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The owner has a weak spot for fast cars. He is at times prone to misanthropy but given some space, he will return to his happy self. He craves excitement brought about by change to his surroundings and the people he meets, for stagnation and predictability bore him and cause overwhelming disinterest.
Mary Oliver (via thresca)
This was our first brunch of 2014, and it was a delightful one!
We picked the place after our morning tennis lesson, and made a hasty reservation at Ô Batignolles via Chope before heading down. It was my first time dining there but I’ve walked past the bistro several times after work when my office used to be located at China Square Central, and it was usually packed with expatriates who miraculously always make it out of the office in time to catch the happy hour promotions.
Unsurprisingly, the customers consisted of more expatriates than locals when we arrived, but it’s not like that’s an issue in our country and at a location like this. We settled in and were seated at a table that was a little removed from the crowded section of the bistro, which suited us just fine as it was quieter and easier to talk.
It was refreshing to see a laissez-faire attitude towards the choice of imperfectly-aligned frames. The music playing un-intrusively in the background was distinctly French (I’m tempted to describe it as “Parisian” but it would only be from what I’ve seen in movies or shows, which as we know aren’t entirely accurate). The general atmosphere made it feel like we weren’t in Singapore, and I’ve a feeling it’s a place I’ll be revisiting more often in the near future.
Pris using my phone and being anti-social
The lady who seated and served us was very pleasant and polite, speaking to us in English with a mild French accent. We placed our orders for the salade la Parisienne, her blueberry pancakes and my eggs benedict without any issue and proceeded to look at the wine options by the glass, which was coincidentally listed on the chalkboard above our table.
A smooth iced latte for each of us - I’d much prefer a hot flat white but the weather these days makes an iced coffee an acceptable compromise
What did they say about girls playing with their hair in the presence of the opposite gender?
The food arrived and we tucked in like.. like.. two hungry people after a tennis lesson. It’s late while I’m writing this, so please forgive me.
Eggs benedict with parma ham on toasted English muffins with Hollandaise sauce and a green salad on the side
I was pleasantly surprised by the crispiness of the toasted English muffins, which reminded me of croutons. It made for a base that soaked up the Hollandaise sauce and runny egg yolk, yet provided a textural contrast to the other soft ingredients. I love this interpretation of the eggs benedict, certainly much more than the green salad, I have to admit. Salads that come with eggs benedict almost always come across to me like an afterthought - the vinaigrette or dressing, while acidic and occasionally citrusy, usually create an unpleasant conflict of flavours on my palate. I’d much prefer a few sticks of grilled baby asparagus, like how Maison Ikkoku serves us their version of the eggs benedict.
Blueberry pancakes with berries compote and maple syrup
The pancakes were rich and had a distinctive buttery taste, which surprisingly didn’t overpower the subtle taste of the bits of blueberries within. I’d personally have preferred to have a bit more fruit on the plate, if nothing else but for the purpose of presentation. It’s not my dish, though, and Pris enjoyed it, so I guess I’m just being fussy.
After a satisfying meal, we both agreed that we should have visited Ô Batignolles earlier, given its reasonably-priced but tasty brunch menu and quintessentially French vibe. We’ll be sure to try their selection of wine and other items on their regular menu when we return.
Sophia Dembling, The Introvert’s Way: Living a Quiet Life in a Noisy World (Perigee Trade, 2012)
There are two types of behaviour I have repeatedly observed and which I find it impossible to forgive.
1. Alighting from the bus and fumbling to look for one’s EZlink card (or commuter’s tap card).
When you’re on your way to work and aren’t asleep, surely the arrival at your destination shouldn’t come as a surprise to you. Likewise when you head home. Why then do you not have your card ready to tap on the machine as you exit the vehicle? Was anything ever going to be different about the process of alighting from public transport?
2. In a long queue to buy lunch on a working day, only to arrive at the front and have no bleeding clue what to order, and holding up everyone behind.
You picked the stall to join the queue of, which shouldn’t be an entirely random decision, so tell me how it is that in the 10 minutes or so that you’ve been in the line, or even just the last two minutes that you’ve finally had a clear view of the stall’s menu, you still haven’t a faintest clue of what you’re queuing up to buy?
All you people, annoying as hell and tormenting my time working in the CBD. How can anyone be so oblivious and utterly hapless? Maybe I’m just too dumb to comprehend.
Imagine Dragons, Bleeding Out
In a room full of people, I’ve never felt more alone.
The English Girl, by Daniel Silva