I love being taken out to lunch. I love it because it’s a middle of the day extravagance that is often organized ahead of time as well as a chance to ditch what feels like my daily uniform of shorts and flip-flops for something better. 

Either way, when H offered me a ‘Kinki lunch’ yesterday I’m sure that no girl – especially if she’s diligently read the 50 Shades of Grey trilogy – would have turned it down.

Kinki restaurant, in the heart of the central business district or ‘City’ part of Singapore, as I resolutely, wrongly and very Britishly refer to it as being, has achingly fresh and creatively orchesterated sushi and sashimi (sashimi for me as I’m currently on a low carb quest).

But it’s more than that. I love coming here for its hip, punky surroundings which are the ideal antidote to too much stuffy high end dining and provide the perfect place to people watch and smile at the total visual mismatch of this graffiti sprayed, funky restaurant with it’s suited and booted clientele, all of whom work near by.

Mind you, it needs them: this place can charge like a kicking mule and is definitely an expense account destination.

I long to see what the vibe is like at night, I’ve only ever been here in the day, and thanks to H and a Kinki boo boo with one of his weekly working lunch meetings here, we’ve both been asked back on Saturday for a complementary dinner, so I very much look forward to finding out.

Vista over MBS from our table