Sunday brunch in Singapore is an expat adventure that you can only go on
once every few months (at a push). If I signed up to too many of these brunches
there is no way that I would fit in the plane seats for our trip back in the
next few weeks.
The general gist of
brunch the Singaporean way is that you go to a nice hotel in the city, you have
set time limit, normally between noon and 3pm, during which you can eat as much
as you like / can, whilst working your way through free flow champagne and
cocktails. Once the food and drink dries up at the end of the sitting, you then
inevitably have to write off the rest of your day, heading home to place
yourself in the recovery position.
The Art of Sunday’s brunch at The InterContinetal started at 11:30,
so having rushed home from golf and just about managed to have a shower and
make myself presentable, myself and Nick wandered the ten minute walk to the
hotel ready to meet up with Kev and Jules, ready to celebrate Easter!
We arrived and took the
standard loop around the food stations to check out what was on offer and to
make our plan of attack for the next few hours. There were salads and cold
meats, soups, sushi, lobsters, oysters, roast beef (complete with Yorkshire
puddings), a number of other hot roasted meat and fish options, a pasta station
where fresh pasta was being cooked up in a selection of sauces, an egg station
with eggs benedict on offer along with omelettes, scrambled and poached eggs.
Then there was the
chocolate heavy pudding station. Not only did they offer a great mix of
chocolaty treats, as well as freshly made hot crossed buns, there was also an
impression spread of cheeses and chutneys to pick from too. It was a beautiful
spread – not only very tasty but also amazingly crafted, with Easter themed ice
sculptures and chocolate art work all over the place.
As if all this excess
wasn’t enough, the final flurry and the thing that made this brunch extra
special for me was the crepe suzette trolley that was wheeled over to our table
at the end of the meal. If there’s one thing I always have space for, it’s a
freshly whipped up crepe suzette.
We ate too much and we
drank too much. About half way through our brunch it became clear to our waiter
that we were going to be playing the game properly, so not only did he keep us
beautifully stocked up on the free-flow Veuve throughout the day, but he also
came back and forth with freshly mixed custom cocktail selections, before
serving us a delicious round of port as we were paying the bill (which for some
reason, he decided to knock a hundred dollars off for us).
All in all, it was a
brilliant success and a great way to spend Easter Sunday. Once we had rolled ourselves home it was about
4pm and there was nothing better to do than make a nice cup of tea, set up camp
on the sofa, and watch some rubbish films whilst napping through the afternoon.
There is nothing quite so excessive as a Sunday brunch in Singapore!
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