The Hungry Bunny

So, we're still on a quest to find the best steak frites in Singapore. Taratata Bistrot was a recommendation by a friend. She likes their cooking, which is traditional and straightforward, and its warm, cosy atmosphere. And indeed, the food at Taratata was terrific; it was nothing too fanciful or newfangled, just simple, honest fare coupled with great service. It seems the French community concur; we were about the only locals in the bistro overrun by a sea of French expats. A must-try, the Grilled Foie Gras ($38), sinfully decadent but oh-so-good, was contrasted against the caramelly sweetness of a baked apple tart and morello cherry sauce. A couple of black truffle shavings added oomph and fragrance. The house-made Pork Rillettes ($18), sided by crusty bread and pickles, was homey and rustic. Absolutely delicious and perfectly balanced with just the right amount of fat and meat, that went down as one of my favourite rillettes to date. The Roasted Rack of Lamb ($5

Have you ever noticed a lot of our fusion restaurants are helmed by Korean chefs? Maybe it's because I'd recently dined at Meta , which is headed up by a Korean chef, just one day after my Smarty-Pants girlfriend  andmorefood and I visited Akira Back , also run by another Korean-born. Or maybe it's because the half-Korean, half-Peranakan, full-ACS boy Hubs, can't cook to save his life, and so, any other Korean who can cook immediately bears consideration. In spite of the shared heritage, Akira Back is strikingly distinct from Meta. A casual but snazzy joint serving tapas-style fusion fare, the ala carte menu is a confluence of modern American dishes using Japanese ingredients, with the occasional Korean slant. Save for the rice rolls, which were outstanding, the rest of the dishes were commendable, if slightly unmemorable. Dinner was given a boost by our lovely server Rit, who just oozed sweetness and sincerity. Halfway through our dinner, it struck us that she co

I love Disneyland. I may be a 37-year old woman who's chosen a ridiculously straitlaced career in law, but boy do I love my Disney-everything. I mean, it IS the happiest place on earth. And tbh, I don't think you ever really grow up and out of Disney. Just ask the grown-ass men who frequent Tokyo's Disneyland. Besides, I'm all for doing whatever makes you happy (as long as it's within society's constrains of the law, morality and ethics, and whatever you do doesn't hurt anyone else, of course). And Disneyland makes me happy. I love it so much I can stay a whole week at Disneyland, and not get sick of it all. It's the magic that is Disney. In fact, I've spent 5 whole days at Tokyo's Disneyland/Disneysea parks, and I still descend into a fit of giggles whenever I hug my favourite characters. (and if you think that's weird AF, lemme just say, in my defence, that I once saw an full-grown adult man cry while hugging Eeyore. Obviously, he was an Ee

Meta has been on my to-eat list ever since it opened back in early 2016. Early reviews had pegged it as "the restaurant" to watch, and sure enough, the intrepid little restaurant garnered a Michelin star the following year. Which then made the tiny galley of a restaurant extra difficult to get into. So it was serendipitous that we ended up at Meta over the weekend. We'd just finished at the gym late in the evening, and were running down my to-eat list for last-minute reservations. It was 8.30pm on a Saturday, and we'd initially been informed they were booked out for the night. But then, we got an SMS update that a table had suddenly opened up. "But it's the table right in front of the door" they pre-warned when we called them back, "not the bar stools in front of the open kitchen". Obviously, we were fine with that. Ermagawd, Meta Restaurant was well worth the wait. Easily one of our best meals of 2018 to date, it was cool with nary a wh