I only took half day, so I spent about 5 hours in offices with my panties in a bunch, trying to figure out how to make all our appointments without being late. 1pm rolled by some enough, and I met my baby at Aljunied.
I tried to sneakily lead him away from thinking we were heading to Marina Bay Sands, but it turned out he was checking my phone the other day and found my email reservations for Bread Street Kitchen so he was just faking his cluelessness!!! My Golden Globe nominee.
We arrived ten minutes late and were ushered to our seats by a slutty-looking maitre d.
Him taking 6 hours to decide what to eat.
I don't take good food photos. I am not proud of it.
But Jesus Christ their bread was good. I need to properly review them soon, but basically, I think the best thing about Bread Street is their bread and butter. I was skeptical of eating them at first because I didn't want to ruin my appetite but it was delightful.
Not incredible, mind you. Just an Olympian's stone throw away from my usual standards, which is the fare of Breadtalk and Four Leaves. Now I will leave at the sight of any bread but Bread Street's.
Baby wanted wine at first because everyone around us had wine (at 1pm in the afternoon) and he gets socially pressured easily. I reminded him that we don't drink well so he settled on two teas, mine being chamomile, a la our first date :)
Tea was mediocre, it was blazing hot outside and it contributed to the Sahara inside me.
He ordered another pot for himself because social pressure.
My fancy, mango green tea drinking man.
This is my smoked haddock brandade on toast with treacle bacon.
It was alright. The toast were thick and savoury, but not memorable. The bacon bits were a pittance. I found only two and so I ate them before Gabriel noticed! I lumped all my salady bits onto his portions. He was not pleased.
Too busy with the good bread to bother with me.
After that, I gave him his gift because IT WAS KILLING ME to keep it from him. I am terrible with keeping surprises. He initially already saw the Calvin Klein paper bag when he picked me up for work, so I lied and said it was underwear. His face fell hahah.
He opened the Calvin Klein paper bag to see a Prada paper bag tucked within. He still had no reaction, but he picked up the gift box inside the bag and unboxed the brand new Prada wallet I bought for him, still TO NO REACTION.
It was killing me I tell you.
The most expensive thing I own is my $360 Solvil et Titus watch, which I bought with my 2012 Delta League photography gig's paycheck. I remember my heart breaking as I paid. I wore it religiously for three years, before my constant sports activity made all accessories obsolete.
I decided on the watch because at that point, I wanted something to make me a woman. And wallets, bags, clothes have always been contemporary items to me. I wanted an item that'll last the mockery of time. And so, I bought time instead.
I am so full of shit I surprise myself.
Okay so back to topic. Yes so usually, my clothes are.. $19? at best and my shoes are consistently below $20. My bags are below $30 and I don't own much accessories, since my fingers are already full with Gabriel's pre-engagement ring and a 19th birthday ring from my mum.
So it took a lot of love for me to splurge on my first branded item - not for me even, but for him. And to see him with no reaction made me slightly upset. But I concealed that and proceeded with lunch.
His roasted lamb rump with polenta and garden peas.
The lamb was bloody brilliant. I don't eat much lamb, but this one glided off the knife as we sliced, easily making for a delicious mouthful even without the accompanying sauce. I didn't need to eat anything else on that plate - all I wanted was more of the lamb.
So bloody well seasoned and soft. Fuck I crave it again now.
Him checking out my dish.
My seared salmon with sweet soy dressing and green mango salad.
To give it credit, it wasn't that bad. It was crispy at the end and soft in the middle. The dressing packed a punch and the salmon was well done. But after tasting the lamb (Gabriel's came first and he gave me a bite), it paled significantly in comparison.
I couldn't enjoy it properly anymore :(
But it was still delish, which is why I polished off half the fish before Gabriel hurriedly told me to STOP EATING WE HAVEN'T TAKE PHOTO! So please ignore my half-eaten plate and focus on my God-given lovely hair colors.
My hair looks so soft here. The deceitful light from an afternoon sun's glow.
So adorable.
Our final chocolate caramel mousse with vanilla shortbread.
I'd say it was alright. Nothing extraordinary, but good enough to conclude the meal without outshining nor reaching too far below the main courses. Mousse is usually pretty velvety but this was dense and thick, almost cake-like. It broke my bread when I tried to dip it in.
We asked for the bill, which came with Famous Amos-esque home made cookies, and left for our next place!
Showing myself some loving.
On our way out, Gabriel told me how he truly did enjoy the meal surprise and the gift, but that he's really bad with reacting to surprises. And Bread Street was fancy, so all the more he was trying to keep a face and not crack.
He then excitedly went on about how he's gonna show off his wallet at his spa day with his friends tomorrow. Then he put it in his pocket with just the brand protruding out, and made up a whole new walk to make sure it is properly paraded.
My silly thing.
I planned today without much thinking, but it ended up being quite meaningful.
Back when Gabriel was a high-roller at the casino, Bread Street had just opened and we made a date to try it but we never did. In a random conversation about massages, I said I tried hot stone but it was only okay and he said his previous experience was only okay too.
So we tried Bread Street and of course, we had to try hot stone next, together!
He loved it.
This place did it pretty well. They warmed us up with heated oils and repeated rubs to increase the heat and when our body got used to it, they quickly added the hot stones and continued the rhythmic rubbing seamlessly. It was so relaxing. My bones are melting as I recall it.
Also, I forgot when, but someone replied Gabriel with '...' and Gabriel was so annoyed. He ranted about how people who use '...' are idiots. What are they doing? Dragging out the last word? It was so adorable heh heh.
Headed to our final stop, La Marelle at Bussorah Street.
Him with a strong coffee brew.
Him adorable.
I chose this place because I personally missed their spaghetti seafood laksa pasta.
I like fusion food. I like the idea of local food gracefully redone with European methods of cooking. I say this because mainly, everything is better with pasta. Or in ice cream. I fucking love this Thai ice tea ice cream near my place. Christ.
Okay so the dish was as wonderful as I remembered it. Gabriel found it slightly spicy but I thought it was fine. I have no idea how they made the cream base but it was magically delicious. Savoury, tinged with spice, and able to hold its own against the seafood.
I say that because Gabriel swept the ingredients and left me with one mussel and one prawn. Now normally, I would be mad and threaten to not eat cock that night but today, the pasta was so good by itself that I didn't mind it.
We finished our day with a lot of cuddling and him telling me everything he loved about today :)
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