Noodle
I wasn’t hungry when I walked into 313@somerset. I’d come for something else entirely; an errand, a shop I needed, the usual Orchard rush of people moving faster than the escalators. But somewhere on the first floor, past the noise, I caught the smell of star anise and beef bone, and my feet slowed down…
Over the past three months, I have spent countless weekends navigating the energetic crowds of Orchard Road, determined to map out the ultimate dining itinerary. I must have visited over twenty different eateries in the area, hunting for those brilliant culinary experiences that elevate a standard shopping trip into a true celebration of flavours. Finding…
I used to think lunch in the CBD was a lost cause. You get an hour, maybe less. The lift takes ten minutes just to reach the ground floor. By the time you’ve queued, ordered, and found a corner to eat in, you’re already checking the clock. For a while, I gave up and just…
Orchard Road is a brilliant, trend-setting celebration of flavours, but its gleaming mega-malls can sometimes feel a bit predictable. If you are an urban food enthusiast seeking genuine culinary journeys rather than polished franchise menus, the true heart of the district lies slightly hidden. Cuppage Plaza is a fascinating, liminal space that operates almost like…
I found it by accident, the way you find most things in a mall basement. I’d come down to Plaza Singapura’s B2 for something else entirely, drifting past the usual food-court noise, when I caught the smell of star anise and beef bone coming from a corner. I followed it. And there it was —…
Orchard Plaza is one of those buildings we kept walking past before we properly understood it. From the street, it looks more like an office block than a dinner plan. But over repeated visits, usually after work or during odd lunch windows, we’ve found that the real charm sits behind lift doors, quiet corridors, and…
May 9, 2026 | Eda Wong | Last Updated September 24, 2026 I have spent the last six months navigating the tight corridors and bustling walkways of Fortune Centre, determined to map out the Fortune Centre food scene beyond its best-known stalls. I’ve tried all of these famous stalls, sampling everything from intricate plant-based creations to…
The first time I ate breakfast in Chinatown, I got it wrong. I arrived at eleven, hungry and hopeful, and found the kopi stalls already turning toward lunch. The porridge uncle was packing up. The toast man had switched to slicing char siew. I ate a rushed plate of noodles standing near a pillar, sweating,…
It was close to eleven at night when I finally sat down. The kind of hour when you’re not really hungry so much as unsettled, when you want something warm in front of you more than you want a proper meal. Al Mubin’s food court at Block 407, Ang Mo Kio Avenue 10, was still…
The first time I made Pad Thai, I ruined it before the wok was even hot. I’d left the noodles soaking while I answered a phone call. Ten minutes turned into forty. By the time I drained them, they were already soft, already surrendered. Everything I did in the pan after that was damage control.…