If you like the sound of brunch with free flow fizz, incredible food and dancing between (and on) the tables, this one’s for you. Welcome to Catalunya at Sunday lunchtime.
I go through a monthly debate as to whether or not I should just get over myself and actually show my face on this site. Mr Changmoh is less keen on the concept.
As a compromise, my friend CK kindly came up with a fun and fabulous cartoon which I haven’t yet got around to mentioning, although some of you may have noticed it lurking on the right of my sidebar, about half way down.
Nick has lived in Singapore for most of his life. He has flawless taste and runs his thriving event company Fabulation from a beautiful, old, grey and white peranakan shophouse on Blair Road. He was one of the very first people I met when when I moved here and we’ve been friends ever since.
Over to you Nick.
I made it here. Finally. Not someone able to cope well with the idea of queuing for my food, I chanced upon a line-less Tim Ho Wan in Plaza Sing a few days ago and jumped at the chance to sample their wares. Rude not to.
In case you have been living under a stone, Tim Ho Wan is Hong Kong’s dim sum god who has earned himself a Michelin star for his dumplings, despite the very canteen-feel his restaurants seem to have.
Easter is a funny time of year for me, a time when I often feel nostalgic for life in the UK. In reality, it’s probably raining over there but I can’t help envisaging a sunny, crisp Spring morning, a country church service, branches of gnarled blossom trees heavy with petals (although we have these here in Sing too) and armfuls of beautifully fresh daffodils.
