Decor & Ambience: Extremely lovely. It had a post-apocalyptic feel with brick walls and cement and vines creeping on the wall, like Nature reclaiming its space. Mini ladders hanged across the beams. A true blue hipster cafe, playing music from Cat Power, Coldplay (before they sold out), The Smiths, Depeche Mode, The Cures, etc.
Food: A rather good selection, not just your normal eggs ben (although they have it too). We went for the adventurous sounding ones, sirloin rendang toast ($15.90, above) and roasted duck with garlic hoisin crispy eggs ($12.90), although on hindsight, we should have gone for the more conventional french toast with BBQ chicken ($12.90), pulled duck sandwich ($13.90), and crispy duck confit ($17.90) because they looked stunning at the table next to ours. Grass is always greener on the other table.
The sirloin rendang toast was tingling, had bite, not too bad. It would be more accurate to call the roasted duck with hoisin (above) duck pancake, because it was shredded duck meat in pancake. It was sweet, and rather original. Not bad too.
What I liked about the food was that it was sincere (read: not processed food) and innovative, and came in hearty portions in great presentation.
Coffee: Reminded me of coffee at Rouse: mineral, gentle but with a sour twist. A little monotonous for me.
Dessert: Their bestseller Bangkok toast ($10.90) was a block of cinnamon brioche toast which was a little dry at the surface but moist within. Matcha custard as dip, and Thai milk tea ice cream. So many things, but surprisingly, they worked well together.
Service: It’s table service, they will come to you. Friendly service, especially (I assume) the male boss.
Conclusion: We paid $60 for two, slightly more expensive than other cafes. But given how good everything was–decor, food, service–it was worth it. I’ll drop by often. Sunday Market, start having a membership discount card for me!
TIP For Drivers: As you turn into the carpark, turn left immediately and park in front of the cafe. The cafe is the last shop along the row of shophouses. This way, you can watch out for your car and don’t have to put parking coupons. But according to the (I assume) boss, parking attendants are aggressive here. Coupon-less at your own risk. Personally, I think it’s stressful to eat and watch out for summon aunties. So just put coupons lor.
Written by A. Nathanael Ho.