The ground is not sweet

The coffee shop auntie and her colleagues at the Imperial Cafe & Pub on McCallum Street were busy trying to entice pedestrians to sit down under one of the makeshift umbrellas and have a cup of coffee or a nasi lemak.

Her frown unwavering, one of the coffee shop aunties mutters in a monotone, “Hallo handsome, lai, want to eat what?” to a CBD worker who brushes right past.

“Hallo lao ban, got nasi lemak, nasi briyani, chee cheong fun, kopi….”

“Hallo mei nu, want to eat what?”

“Hallo, handsome, hallooooo”….

But of course, there are people (like me) who sit down and dine at the Imperial, though the aunties continue to wear their frowns. There two other kopi stalls along the same stretch, and it’s a ‘see who gets a customer to sit down and order food’ contest between them.

It’s almost 11am as one of the aunties places a plate of rice and veggies on the table I’m seated at, and before I can say, “sorry auntie, I din order”, she mutters, “sorry ah, I share table with you” and tucks into her lunch. Then she looks up and asks what I do for work in the office block across the road. I tell her I do a lot of stuff, because I don’t know which one of my jobs is my day job.

She says, “wah, money very hard to earn hor?”

I say “yah”.

She motions to the table behind her and says, “that uncle over there also, daytime contractor, night time drive taxi”.

“A lot of people here also drive taxi you know! Money very hard to earn ah!

“Last time not like that ah! Dunno why this year like that ah!

“Government always say economy growing lah! Where got?

“Maybe you also have to drive taxi ah!

“But lucky still got taxi to drive ah!”

I know she’s not kidding, because she’s still wearing her frown.


“Got booger or not? Dowan to spoil my look, y’know?”

iTunes is playing an illegal copy of Something That You Said from the album “Doll Revolution [Japan Bonus Tracks]” by The Bangles of which I have the original CD.

Very good to go: Pizza from a hole in the wall

An Italian fella told me once, “Da topping issa da meansa by which you eata da crust”.

Donato Mazzola’s doing something right. He’s got newspaper clippings calling his pizza joint ‘the attack of the killer pizzas’, and his pizza crusts don’t need any means to eat except your hands and mouth, really. But while we’re at it, I mais well tell you, dey gotta a lotta toppings which are very da nice.

Like da blue cheese one, and da aragula one, and da salmon one and da so many other ones.

Pizza da Donato has two outlets. One’s a full service restaurant (ristorante & pizzeria) and the other’s a hole in the wall (pizza al taglio). No, really. Pop by this little nook near the junction of Sixth Avenue and Bukit Timah Road, and you’ll see it’s so.

It’s this hole in the wall one that I like going to, because for $6, you get a slice of da pizza with da delicious toppings, either to go or to dine in, sitting down at one of the four tables available on the pavement.

But don’t bother asking for the menu, because there is none (there’s one on the website), and what you see on the counter is all that’s being served. You apparently get the freshest ingredients, because as Donato himself says, if he can’t get the ingredients fresh at the markets that morning, it’s notta gonna be onna da pizza.

To go with your pizza (or lasagne, or any other stuff you see on the counter), you can have authentic Italian sodas (San Pellegrino) or a fairly decent espresso.

I imagine Donato to be quite confident about his servings, because his hole in the wall is right next to the one that calls themselves Canadian 2-4-1 Pizza. Plus they have scooters to deliver their pizza, while Donato relies on customers to come get it themselves. And they do.

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Pizza da Donato
Pizza al Taglio
8 Sixth Avenue Singapore 276473
Tel: 6462 0838

iTunes is playing an illegal copy of Praise You from the album “You’ve Come a Long Way, Baby” by Fatboy Slim of which I have the original CD.

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Land of shrink-wrapped cereal boxes

Shrink-wrapped cereal box!
Extreme tamper proofing

I wouldn’t have minded so much if I wasn’t so hungry.


How ah? Eat what ah?

iTunes is playing an illegal copy of Radio City feat. Bajka – The Hop from the podcast “aurgasm :: your favorite music you’ve never heard (#2)” by Radio City.

Surf stop: Singapore Official Porn Site

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Curse the cursive

Cursive writing

You shouldn’t use stylo-mylo cursive writing on a lunch menu chalkboard. You know why? Because cannot read! Especially while you’re waiting in line! I nearly ordered a Jack Russell salad.

iTunes is playing an illegal copy of Sidney Bechet – Summertime from the podcast “aurgasm :: your favorite music you’ve never heard (#2)” by Sidney Bechet.

Surf stop: aurgasm.us: your favorite music you’ve never heard

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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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