Eat until become Michelin Man

I used to think Michelin-rated chefs were cooks who worked for rac­ing teams.

If you were to dine at The French Stall, you might still think so. Not that the food’s bad, but the cars along Seran­goon Road com­pete with the nearby condo con­struc­tion site for noise. Actu­ally, Edith Piaf play­ing on the restaurant’s stereo some­how sounded a bit like one of the power drills which went on and on way after 7pm.

It’s still a place for a din­ner date, and despite it’s loca­tion, and you can still tell your date, ‘don’t say I never take you to fancy places’, because a restau­rant run by a Michelin-rated chef in the mid­dle of Lit­tle India is not some­thing you’ll come across every­day. Unless of course, you come across it every day dri­ving along Seran­goon Road one block north of Mustafa’s, the Harrod’s of Seran­goon Road.

Still fancy though.

Rec­om­mended: The Aubergine (Egg­plant) thing.

iTunes is play­ing an ille­gal copy of When My Love Crosses Over from the album “Mas­ter of Dis­as­ter” by John Hiatt of which I have the orig­i­nal CD.

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