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| Brunch buddies |
I have been boycotting Singapore style
brunches since last October. Brunch
ought to be mean eggs, maybe a glass of bucks fizz for special occasions and if
you’re really lucky, a pudding to follow your late breakfast. In Singapore,
brunch means all you can eat and all the champagne you can drink for a set
price, between certain hours at incredibly well stocked hotel buffet lunches.
Running from 12-3pm, a brunch can ruin all your good intentions, and leave you
struggling for days if you do what the boys call “beat the brunch” –
effectively ensuring that you eat and drink as much as possible to ensure that
you get your money’s worth.
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| Nick and his new 'party shirt' |
It’s
a dangerous game, and one that I have been avoiding for as long as possible.
However, when Kevin announced that he would be having a brunch to celebrate his
birthday on Saturday there wasn’t much I could do about it. The brunch was
happening and I was just going to have to do my best to keep the damage to a minimum.
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| Bubbles? |
I attempted to
minimise the potential damage by starting my day early with an hour at the gym,
and another hour at pilates before participating in the most sedate brunch I
could manage. There’s was no red meat for me, and no carbs (well, one slice of
bread but that was it). Otherwise I picked my way through salmon, fish, chicken
and salads. It wasn’t the most amazing brunch I’ve ever done, but as I was
maintaining good behaviour and limiting damage, I think I did pretty darn well!
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| The boys |
After brunch finished
we sat out a raucous thunderstorm at one of the local bars, before making a
dash for home when the rain lightened enough for the taxis to start running again.
I was in bed by nine, and it was glorious. I’ll have to be well behaved for the
rest of the week to make up for it, but it was fun to break the rules a little
bit just for the day, and fingers crossed it won’t have damaged the wedding
diet too much in the process!
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