Category: Bars
Somma, Bar Bon Funk, Artichoke, et al. While New Bahru had only come into existence five months ago, it’s impossible to miss how the location has speedily grown into the prime estate for intimate hangout and date spots. It’s essentially an enclave of the most voguish third places currently in Singapore.
Wrinkled, subfusc curtains fell from the ceiling, halting an inch before touching the exposed grey floor. Cream-coloured surfaces covered the space, and strokes of suave mahogany stalked it. That’s how the scene is set at Bar Bon Funk, New Bahru’s stylish new denizen.
Passing by Domino’s Pizza sparked a certain bemusement in me, as I inched closer to Arab Street’s hottest new opening that lay a few doors down, Beyond the Dough. Continue reading “Beyond the Dough”
A billion nights spent at Keong Saik have taught me one thing: Things will come and go but The Guild? The Guild is forever.
At 45 Craig Road, a blast of salacious neon rains down on passers-by, dying them in a lusty crimson. To the side hangs a translucent sign, bare with a tousled weave of florid light tubes. On it, a vertical etching of “nou” greets the passers-by on the road, face first, whilst flanked by three words meant to succinctly elucidate what ensues upon entrance: “noodles & cocktails”.
The Lion City has been undeniably blessed by a gamut of cultural cuisines. It’s certainly not all-encompassing but already diverse in the spectrum. Naturally, certain styles still get lost within that flourish, criminally underrepresented and laden with potential — and it seems that African cuisine is one of the niches awaiting a breakthrough with the opening of the swanky new Tamba.
There’s a memory imprinted into every bar hopper in Singapore — one where they meander about Chinatown before bumbling onto a viridescent door at 20 Sago Street, then taking a leap of faith to trudge up the seedy flight of stairs to reach Sago House. Continue reading “Sago House”
What do you go to a barber for? For a haircut? A shave? Or perhaps, a drink? On the off-chance that the last possibility appeals most to your sensibilities, introductions to the clandestine new speakeasy at Boat Quay, Close Shave, are in order.
It’s a Friday night and I sat waiting for my friend in the cosy dimness of Appetite, a chicly placid bar hiding away from the stir of pre-weekend Amoy Street, nestled in a loft sitting two storeys directly above its sister restaurant, Nouri.
A suite of rustic Korean-style furniture populates the space, and a fleet of globe lamps dye the ambience in a passionate orange. At the back of the restaurant, a glossy art piece overlooks the restaurant — on it is a voguish illustration of a Geisha, seemingly supervising everything with a playful side-eye.
