Another food plan failure

Since moving to Singapore, I’ve been searching blogs and review sites to try and find fun new places to eat, drink and mooch around, with varying degrees of success.

            In London I was generally pretty good at scouting out fun new places to go, but maybe because over here is either ridiculously expensive, or ridiculously low-key Asian, or perhaps because Nick has been here for years and so has already tried out most of the low hanging fruit, but for whatever reason, whenever I try and find some where new and fun to try out, I fail. And this weekend was no exception.

            Having had a coffee meeting in a little shop just down the road from where I work during the week, and having eyed up some good looking French toast, scrambled eggs and sandwiches, I was sure that this was going to be a great weekend brunch spot, so it was duly added to the list.

            Purely by chance, the location of the café, whilst hidden from view of the road, was directly opposite a small gallery where we planned to take a picture of Nicks to get reframed, so when we rolled out of bed on Saturday morning we made a little plan to drop off the picture before scoffing some breakfast and heading back to the flat.

            In essence, it was a good plan. The coffee at the café was amazing, there was some great music playing and the ambience was brilliant too. Even when the food arrived we did pretty well – I had gone for scrambled eggs on toast with bacon and avocado, whilst egg-phobic Nick had opted for a hot chorizo sandwich.

            If he hadn’t found boiled eggs smuggled in the second small slice, it would have been my first restaurant / café success story. As it was, the sandwich was rejected and abandoned and I was left to work my way through a plate of eggs whilst Nick comforted himself with the dreads of his flat white.         Another attempt, another failure. I think I’m just about done with picking places to eat now. Well, it was fun while it lasted.