“Love is a bicycle with two pancakes for wheels. You may see love as more of an exercise in hard work, but I see it as more of a breakfast on the go.” – Jarod Kintz
It’s strange really, I was from a Catholic school, and eventually, dated a Catholic boy. Throughout, I was still not much of a Church-goer. But since the breakup with the supposed love of my life, I’ve been really putting in an extra effort to attend this religious practice, which also meant, brunch on Sundays became nearly impossible, not that I had anyone to go with anyway.
Brunch is something you do with someone worthwhile. At least, that’s what I think. Never really cared what others believe.
(This wasn’t supposed to make much sense, pardon me.)
So yes, finally and surprisingly, this girlfriend of mine popped the question. No, not marriage. If I didn’t turn lesbian back in school, it’s unlikely I’d change my sexual orientation thereafter, #justsaying. She suggested brunch. One of the better suggestions she’s made in the last month or so. I’m still figuring out how she came to the conclusion I loved crabs. I don’t detest the dish, but I wasn’t really gaga over it.
Anyway, she planned brunch at Cafe Melba, and we headed over separately.
90 Goodman Road
#01-56, Goodman Arts Centre Block N
It’s one of those places that gave the feeling of you weren’t in the city anymore, which was great. Unfortunately, I couldn’t say the same for the food nor its price.
Do not be deceived by its appearance.
The first dish came, Free-range Eggs Benedict (SGD18++). I wouldn’t say the poached eggs were detestable, but the bread was rock solid (exaggeratedly put). Over toast perhaps, but not burnt, hard but fortunately digestible.
The Pancakes with Berry Compote, Whipped Cream and Maple Syrup (SGD16+++) arrived shortly after.
The pancakes came with no maple syrup; that came later after, upon request. The cream, like most cream, was acceptable, out from a can, no less. But the pancakes itself was… disappointing. After the first piece, I couldn’t bring myself to next.
The rule of thumb, my rule at least, was live to eat and not eat to live. Overall it was decent, but not for its price or the space in my tummy. I had certain standards for food, though minimal, and even such, it didn’t match up.
Still hungry, we ordered Caesar Salad with Salmon (SGD17+++).
The presentation was inferior to the previous two dishes, but it tasted better, fortunately. That said, brunch was suppose to be about eggs, bread and pancakes, so this wasn’t much of brunchie delight, though somewhat the only saving grace.
The Latté was so-so. I would grab my Starbucks right after and go, “Ahhh… coffee.” Which really says a lot.
I love the atmosphere. It was spacious, and had a out-of-city-life feel to it.
The food however, was depressing, so was the bill (only because I wasn’t satisfied).
Despite all the negativity reflected in this entry, I would still go back. I would still sit in that oh-so-not-little café, in that somewhat outskirts of town, and chill with a cup of Latté, simply because.
The girlfriend and I made a pact, to explore more brunch places. The argument was that, this was a girlfriend thing. Something we couldn’t do with our better halves, if we had one to begin with. Though I disagree, cause my ex was my brunchie partner-in-crime, but having no current (an ex is an ex after all, plus he now has a girlfriend, duh), I had to agree to the proposal.
We’re engaged – brunchly!
Lame as always.
P.S. I accidentally deleted all the photos in my camera, so aside from the Egg Benedict photo, which I fortunately Instagram-ed earlier, the rest were taken from yumyumformytumtum and Life in the Wee Hours.Tags: about brunch? it's