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.

The French Stall: 544 Serangoon Road.

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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12 thoughts on “Eat until become Michelin Man”

  1. The French Stall is one of my favourite places when I yearn for French food. A must eat place if you crave for authentic French food at reasonable prices.

  2. The French Stall is one of my favourite places when I yearn for French food. A must eat place if you crave for authentic French food at reasonable prices.

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