October 22, 2011 § Leave a comment
Finally, wagyu beef!
After being disappointed at Absinthe, I was so pleased to find wagyu beef on the set dinner menu for Restaurant Week at Table 66 that I was willing to overlook that it was a minute steak, i.e. thinly sliced steak seared on the grill for about a minute. I like my meat thick and juicy, but sometimes you just gotta accept what’s offered, eh? Hmm that sounded wrong. Anyway, I’m jumping too far ahead of myself.
October 21, 2011 § 1 Comment
The wagyu beef at this place is spectacular.
October 9, 2011 § Leave a comment
I’ve been getting a lot of massages lately.
A friend has recently been doing some research on spas in Singapore, so I gamely volunteered to help out with the “legwork”.
As I’m sure you all know, going to the spa is a thankless task and bloody hard work. *ahem* Certainly enough to build up a bear-sized appetite. Yet, after being thoroughly kneaded and scrubbed from head to toe, I was loathe to besmirch my squeaky clean self with oily greasy fare.
October 4, 2011 § Leave a comment
I take it back.
French food can be hot, but only if it’s in Singapore. After the indulgence of the last visit to Cocotte, visions of roast chicken and French butter danced in my head, though not with each other and not to a Brazilian tango. But I digress. Despite the less than scalding temperature of the nosh from the first visit, we were looking for a suitably special restaurant for a celebratory lunch (new job and exam passed!) and Cocotte fit the bill, so we went.
To relive the delectable experience, we visited one sultry Saturday afternoon for lunch and were rewarded with the lunch set menus. There were a few to choose from; you decide on the set and pick the dishes from pre-selected groups. Tip: Visit them at lunch time for the same good food at half to 2/3 the price you’d have to pay for dinner.
April 11, 2011 § 1 Comment
Hot French food is an oxymoron.
One thing this bear has never been able to figure out is why French food is never piping hot. Whether in Paris or Singapore, I’ve never managed to scald my tongue while chowing down on French cuisine. My recent visit to Cocotte at Wanderlust Hotel didn’t change my opinion, but it did open my eyes to how satisfying and un-snooty French food can be.
Take the Poulet Roti, for example.