That was just 2 words to describe the Saturday night experience at the PS Cafe at Harding Road. It is extremely disappointing to know that most of the places claiming to bring a fresh new perspective to the local dining scene by infusing some Western-ey culture would almost always inevitably fail terribly in delivery.
Take my earlier dinner blog session at Corduroy and Finch as an example of hype gone into overdrive. I could clearly recall how dry and bland the mushroom pasta was, aside from it being served in an unattractively white bowl. This time it wasn't very different, except that we had blown at least a couple of hundred dollars on the meal. Okay, take out the 3 glasses of Verve Cliquot champagne and a truly badly concocted mojito (what was I thinking). We ordered a gamut of fusion-sounding items from the rather limited menu. The taste to the palette was probably as confusing as the dimly-lit navigation to the restaurant. The specialty prawn salad looked like something they had piled haphazardly onto a plate after shearing the patch of grass just outside the cafe, topped with 2 shrimps.The beef ragout was astoundingly salty and came accompanied by a side of pasta that tasted bizarrely like burnt rubber.
In addition to the very lackadaisical service, I don't see any redeeming factor to justify a return visit, with the exception that the ambience of the place seemed great for a coffee and conversation (bring the repellant for a mozzie assault in the al fresco area). We were so dissatisfied that we ended up having early supper at the ever-reliable and delectable Crystal Jade Kitchen, where we ate to our hearts' content at a fifth of the price we paid for the meal at PS earlier.
Moral of the story? If it looks and sounds good, it may not taste good. And that seems to be the disappointing truth in relation to some of the stylo-mylo up-and-coming restaurants in Singapore to date.
Need Prozac? Carry on reading for an alternative cure.
I've Been..
Satisfying the wanderlust fascination.
Slacking.
Sleeping.
Shopping (wayyyyyyyyyyy too much).
Reading NW, Famous and 8 Days voraciously.
Chillin' with a pint of good beer or latte.
Indulging in purposeful conversation.
Otherwise, I'm happy for you to leave me alone.