Union Jacks: where it’s called flatbread, not pizza

I find Jamie Oliver a bit more endearing and more fun than any other celeb chefs. There’s an ease about his persona and a charming approach to his attack – even whilst taking his anti-obesity campaign across the Atlantic. Watching him in his kitchen is like watching a kid in a…

View Post

Yauatcha: where dim sum can be sosyal

I think Alan Yau‘s casual, canteen-style ventures are pretty average. Busaba Eathai isn’t the best Thai in town (portions are a bit of a rip off too) and Wagamama is, quite frankly, meh. But when it comes to his Michelin-starred restaurants, you’re talking about a whole different game. A and…

View Post

Ukai: where dessert should come first

I can eat sushi everyday. There are some Japanese and sushi chains in town that have better sets than the bastardized ones you get from supermarkets. They’re good enough for lunch, the type you eat when you want to satisfy a quick craving. But when you actually want an out of this city experience, when you…

View Post

La Luna: where the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie…

Clammy, comfort food. I rarely get excited about Italian restaurants because of the following reasons: I’m not a huge fan of pasta (which I can cook) and pizza (which I’d rather eat at home). The menu does not excite me. It’s difficult to find genuinely good Italian, unless you’re in…

View Post