Friday, March 28, 2008
For a brainstorming session, we brought the team to Bungalow at United Square for lunch. It's a Spanish tapas and grill joint that suffers from a identity crisis--it serves Italian food too.
On Friday, they have a lunch Wagyu set at S$48, which includes soup or salad, coffee or tea and dessert. Their Wagyu ribeye is S$68 under its ala carte menu, so I couldn't resist a good deal.
Diners can choose between red wine sauce (yucks) or mushroom sauce (double yucks), but I chose to have it plain with just its juice.
I've got mixed feeling about it. I requested for medium rare, but the meat was light pinkish brown. It was smokie, but too salty. Then again, one can't deny that it was still a damn good piece of Wagyu. The onion soup that came with my set was thin, lacklustre. For dessert, they gave strawberry ice cream. Service could be more prompt.
Then why, why, why blog about this place? Well, I suppose if you have a craving for meat and good value Wagyu beef, then do check out Bungalow on a Friday noon. And I must admit, they do fire up a good grill.
101 Thomson Road
#01-014/15 United Square
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
It was presentable, pretty, and best of all--their chocolate ganache tastes as good as the picture.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
My adorable boy has a temper, and his tantrums can get really bad when he's sleepy.
He'd scream, stamp his foot, and dash around with no care for any objects. Or if you're carrying him, he'd twist and wriggle like a snake, and arch his back (like he's going to throw himself on the floor). I nearly dropped him when he did that today.
Small things can irritate him. And because he can't verbalise his frustrations, the tantrums are his way of telling us what he wants.
This morning, it was because his cheese toast broke in half.
This evening, it was because he didn't want to bath in warm water. And, dig this, because I changed out of my work clothes to something more comfy. (Probably it meant that we weren't going out anymore. But he just came back from school!)
AND it gets funnier... there were times where he'd throw a tantrum if I changed out of a comfy T that he likes!
Once, something riled him so badly that he threw my Corning Ware bowl on the floor and it broke. I was stunned. People growing up in the 70s would know from the ads, that Corning Ware products DO NOT break. Right? Right.... As if!
So what do we do when he throws a tantrum? I'd lay him down on the floor and leave him alone. Sometimes he'd scream and kick on the spot--this is if I'm lucky. Sometimes he'd do the mad endanger-myself-so-mummy-will-feel-guilty-dash around the house.
And only when he comes running to me with silent sobs to indicate he's sorry, would I pick him up and explain why I did what I did.
I think we're disciplining him the right way. But I nearly hit the breaking point today when he threw his third tantrum. Wish he can be more mild mannered. But he's our fiery little boy; that's why we love him right?
Sunday, March 02, 2008
My poor cats.
Before Kai came along, they were the centre of my attention. Then Kai came along and ruined everything for them.
Now that Kai is older, life can be hell. When Kai comes home/wakes up/comes tearing through the living room, Sandy scuttles to the top of the cat condo or the toilet sink where Kai can't reach her. But Smokie, being the gentler and more silly of the two, puts up with being tortured.
Sometimes when he is none too gentle with patting her, she'd just run away or pull back her ears and give a warning hiss. That's when Terence and I will come flying to rescue both of them with: "Please do not hurt Smokie! This is how you should sayang her."
But Smokie does like Kai. Well, sort of. She keeps turning up her belly to him, which is a cat's way of training their owners to pat their them. Once, Kai saw the cat lying belly up in the corner, decided to push the toddler-size Thomas at top speed into the cat.
Result was expected. Smokie continued lying there until Thomas hit her, she gave a yowl and flew off the wall.
Nothing we could do. It all happened too fast. I just had to apologise to Smokie after that.
Yet everytime Kai cries, Smokie gets very upset too. She'd sit outside his room and howl alongside with him. And when she gets a chance, she'd rub herself against the sobbing kid.
Then there is Wang Cafe that serves a killer kopi si, lots of local small eats and of course, variations of the kaya toast bread. For Kai, there's the added thrill of the sky train to T2 and T1, of which he refused to get off. And a few rounds with Papa around a water feature.
Roast Huppe duck with foie gras, confit and rillettes, honey, walnut and lemon sauce (Clockwise from left: foie gras, confit, and magret de canard)
Having said that, I don't think we'd go back again unless someone decides to buy us dinner. It is simply tres cher (very expensive). Everything in the wine list costs more than S$100; the cheapest costs S$90.
How indulging right?