September 2011 update :
Don't bother coming,unless you like to check out the eerie looking area spreading from where Hot Wok used to stand right up to the now defunct Faces.
The "For Rent"sign has been up at the corner red bungalow for ages,yet nobody has been brave enough to take up the offer.Overgrown with plants and looking more and more creepy by the day,a chill never fails to run down my spine whenever I have to make a turn into this lane.
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Though it has a very spacious dining area with ample carpark,it is devoid of customers most nights.
Most times only three tables are taken up and that may have affected the bespectacled person manning the cash register so much,he looks like a troubled person in need of some happy pills.Some nights,you get some entertainment in the form of singers.They are quite good but since there are so few customers,you might begin to wonder if you are privy to their practise session.Also the volume is quite loud so much so that if you don't enjoy mandarin songs you will soon develop a throbbing headache.
When they have stopped singing,two things will pop up to trouble you further.
First you will witness a group of bangla staff standing still while smiling(as if they are frozen in a pose for the camera) at the tv screen from 3 tables away.Second they begin to play piped in music that drives you half mad because it gives it a kind of early eighties coffeehouse feel rather like the 'modern' music Red Garden at Lebuh Leith would belt out.
Other than the creatively named fruit juices and one very cheap item on the menu called pizza bread(a slice of ordinary bread with pizza topping),there is nothing really much to look forward to here.
We tried their combo sets,sizzling set,had some sandwiches and even ordered a whole large pizza since we found the pizza bread to be quite good.All flunked.The sauces are gooey,the meats have been refrigerated too long therefore the taste has filtered out,the fish is a joke,the pizza is too sweet and the dough not nice and the sandwiches are ordinary.
Some bloggers will tell you that it is real value for money or even cheap.
They have got to be kidding.
Other than the gimmicky large sized juices and the cheap slice of pizza bread,the rest by comparison to James Foo in Fettes Park,is terribly expensive because the size of the dish is not meant to fill your stomach.A mixed grill in James costs around $15 and will fill you to the brim,whereas it costs $18 here and a fraction of the size.We were so hungry even after ordering so many dishes here,that we headed out to the nearest mamak to have a proper meal.What a waste of time and money coming here.Eating here is like playing costly masak-masak.
There is really no need to go on further.If you are feeling really really down and really really sad,then you may like to come here,to get your brains blown out by loud passionately sung while sitting like an upright corpse mandarin songs,drown your sorrows in gallons of juice to find your kindred soul in the guy behind the cash register.
Don't bother coming,unless you like to check out the eerie looking area spreading from where Hot Wok used to stand right up to the now defunct Faces.
The "For Rent"sign has been up at the corner red bungalow for ages,yet nobody has been brave enough to take up the offer.Overgrown with plants and looking more and more creepy by the day,a chill never fails to run down my spine whenever I have to make a turn into this lane.
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Though it has a very spacious dining area with ample carpark,it is devoid of customers most nights.
Most times only three tables are taken up and that may have affected the bespectacled person manning the cash register so much,he looks like a troubled person in need of some happy pills.Some nights,you get some entertainment in the form of singers.They are quite good but since there are so few customers,you might begin to wonder if you are privy to their practise session.Also the volume is quite loud so much so that if you don't enjoy mandarin songs you will soon develop a throbbing headache.
When they have stopped singing,two things will pop up to trouble you further.
First you will witness a group of bangla staff standing still while smiling(as if they are frozen in a pose for the camera) at the tv screen from 3 tables away.Second they begin to play piped in music that drives you half mad because it gives it a kind of early eighties coffeehouse feel rather like the 'modern' music Red Garden at Lebuh Leith would belt out.
Other than the creatively named fruit juices and one very cheap item on the menu called pizza bread(a slice of ordinary bread with pizza topping),there is nothing really much to look forward to here.
We tried their combo sets,sizzling set,had some sandwiches and even ordered a whole large pizza since we found the pizza bread to be quite good.All flunked.The sauces are gooey,the meats have been refrigerated too long therefore the taste has filtered out,the fish is a joke,the pizza is too sweet and the dough not nice and the sandwiches are ordinary.
Some bloggers will tell you that it is real value for money or even cheap.
They have got to be kidding.
Other than the gimmicky large sized juices and the cheap slice of pizza bread,the rest by comparison to James Foo in Fettes Park,is terribly expensive because the size of the dish is not meant to fill your stomach.A mixed grill in James costs around $15 and will fill you to the brim,whereas it costs $18 here and a fraction of the size.We were so hungry even after ordering so many dishes here,that we headed out to the nearest mamak to have a proper meal.What a waste of time and money coming here.Eating here is like playing costly masak-masak.
There is really no need to go on further.If you are feeling really really down and really really sad,then you may like to come here,to get your brains blown out by loud passionately sung while sitting like an upright corpse mandarin songs,drown your sorrows in gallons of juice to find your kindred soul in the guy behind the cash register.
