I love this little café; this independent that bravely stands its ground, surrounded by an ever increasing sea of shiny, glass high-rises and coffee shop chains. I also love the building but – perhaps most importantly of all – I love the food.
They have a few branches but their one on Queen Street is the one I go to regularly; it’s opposite the place I go to once a week for pole dancing class (my latest fitness fad which, I swear, is amazing for toning up your arms) and it is a little lunch haven.
I love their jam jar lighting and the simple, low-key, airy seating…
…which is all well and good but for a café to last and stick around for as long as these guys have, there needs to be something more. And that something more comes in the form of food. It’s good, it’s simple and it’s not overpriced.
The pulled pork salad is great, dressed with a spicy soy number that isn’t too sweet, as so many salad dressings can be; after all, if it’s going to be laced with sugar, there is no virtue in eating it.
The rather ugly plastic box, below, can be explained away by the fact that mine was a ta pau (takeaway in Hokkien).
They also do burgers and very good brunchy-breakfasts featuring their own delicious, homemade granola.
Don’t miss their great notice boards, including the Who is My Neighbour? board tacked with business cards from all the neighbouring shops and companies, carefully and correctly placed to represent their position on the street in relation to FFT:
…and I love ‘Things I Wish I Knew When I Was 20’ under Inspire Kind Acts:
It’s the prefect place for a pre-pole dancing lunch (in my case) or a lovely café to wander over to after you’ve whizzed around SAM (Singapore Art Museum) which is just across the road.
Food for Thought
8 Queen Street,