Everything in here stinks of hard liquor.The stench hits you hard in the face and lingers throughout the entire restaurant.
They even lace your drinks, food sauces and cakes with it, so you unsuspectingly get high on 'happy' and hopefully get hooked into coming back.
Even though the environment may look nice from the outside,the fact that this is essentially a bistro where drinking and smoking is encouraged, makes it smell exactly like a hardcore watering hole,which defeats the purpose of it being regarded as a nice place for some nice food.
The open air bar is too close to the non smoking section. In fact it acts as separator between the smoking and non smoking area.
Smoke from the smoking section will inevitably whaft over to your side till you feel trapped in stale headache inducing air while the sexy piped in music that is played over and over again like a broken record makes you feel as if you are a hypnotised snake in a snake charmers air conditioned basket.
The much touted homemade cakes are a load of hype.Not wonderful nor scrumptious as what it is said to be.Spare me.Never again.
The lady boss tries too hard till she comes off as scary to customers,she talks too much,offers too much and gets too close for comfort.
Look,we came to eat,not to yikkity yak till our jaws ache.
Once she notices that your table will be sharing 2 orders amongst yourselves,after all that PR,
she'll return to sulk somewhere nearby while still keeping a watchful hawk eye on you.
She's also way too attentive to details till she borders on the obsessive,moving way too fast for a place like this .
Maybe she's got trust issues or maybe she feels she is the most efficient worker or maybe she feels that all her staff are useless and too slow and she'd better do it herself than rely on them,I don't know.
Look aunty,this is not a fast food restaurant.And please....you are the boss.
You are not the usher,not the cleaner,not the mamasan g.r.o.
She keeps up an aerobic pace,while going about her chores,as if trying to shed calories while trying to wipe the windows of a passing bullet train while trying her utmost to make everyone feel comfortably settled in like in HER home.
This is the reason why former superwomen aka housewives who have achieved spotless picture perfect homes without the aid of any domestic help should not open restaurants,cos they tend to clean like superfowl mother hens irregardless if there is anyone lazing around .
Most unwelcome distraction one can do without.
She destresses by cleaning. You get stressed out just by looking at all her undertakings.
When she promises to deliver the most tender cuts of meats to your table,the cooks will make it turn out so dry and hard you'll wonder if she knows what soft means or if they are out to spite her.
Portions are just enough to fill half your stomach at prices that are meant to fill her family's needs.
Not to mean that the prices are expensive,I would say that it is actually moderate until you lump in the double tax death knell .....of service charge and government tax.
When that happens, somehow you won't be convinced that the billing justifies the portion you just ate.
You might even think it is not worth it. You decide to put off coming back here again. When you return you know that you have come here not to chiak par but to chiak song.
You're not full and even if you have the whole portion/plate to yourself,you will still need to eat some roti or maggi....just to top up.
The food served,while I agree,is interesting,nicely presented and tastes quite good, I still cannot get over the fact that not only do I walk away half full, but that I am also reeking of smokey booze that sticks from head to toe,making you dizzy from the scent alone, till you take a shower to make the smell go away for good.
What I would suggest that they do is to
They even lace your drinks, food sauces and cakes with it, so you unsuspectingly get high on 'happy' and hopefully get hooked into coming back.
Even though the environment may look nice from the outside,the fact that this is essentially a bistro where drinking and smoking is encouraged, makes it smell exactly like a hardcore watering hole,which defeats the purpose of it being regarded as a nice place for some nice food.
The open air bar is too close to the non smoking section. In fact it acts as separator between the smoking and non smoking area.
Smoke from the smoking section will inevitably whaft over to your side till you feel trapped in stale headache inducing air while the sexy piped in music that is played over and over again like a broken record makes you feel as if you are a hypnotised snake in a snake charmers air conditioned basket.
The much touted homemade cakes are a load of hype.Not wonderful nor scrumptious as what it is said to be.Spare me.Never again.
The lady boss tries too hard till she comes off as scary to customers,she talks too much,offers too much and gets too close for comfort.
Look,we came to eat,not to yikkity yak till our jaws ache.
Once she notices that your table will be sharing 2 orders amongst yourselves,after all that PR,
she'll return to sulk somewhere nearby while still keeping a watchful hawk eye on you.
She's also way too attentive to details till she borders on the obsessive,moving way too fast for a place like this .
Maybe she's got trust issues or maybe she feels she is the most efficient worker or maybe she feels that all her staff are useless and too slow and she'd better do it herself than rely on them,I don't know.
Look aunty,this is not a fast food restaurant.And please....you are the boss.
You are not the usher,not the cleaner,not the mamasan g.r.o.
She keeps up an aerobic pace,while going about her chores,as if trying to shed calories while trying to wipe the windows of a passing bullet train while trying her utmost to make everyone feel comfortably settled in like in HER home.
This is the reason why former superwomen aka housewives who have achieved spotless picture perfect homes without the aid of any domestic help should not open restaurants,cos they tend to clean like superfowl mother hens irregardless if there is anyone lazing around .
Most unwelcome distraction one can do without.
She destresses by cleaning. You get stressed out just by looking at all her undertakings.
When she promises to deliver the most tender cuts of meats to your table,the cooks will make it turn out so dry and hard you'll wonder if she knows what soft means or if they are out to spite her.
Portions are just enough to fill half your stomach at prices that are meant to fill her family's needs.
Not to mean that the prices are expensive,I would say that it is actually moderate until you lump in the double tax death knell .....of service charge and government tax.
When that happens, somehow you won't be convinced that the billing justifies the portion you just ate.
You might even think it is not worth it. You decide to put off coming back here again. When you return you know that you have come here not to chiak par but to chiak song.
You're not full and even if you have the whole portion/plate to yourself,you will still need to eat some roti or maggi....just to top up.
The food served,while I agree,is interesting,nicely presented and tastes quite good, I still cannot get over the fact that not only do I walk away half full, but that I am also reeking of smokey booze that sticks from head to toe,making you dizzy from the scent alone, till you take a shower to make the smell go away for good.
What I would suggest that they do is to
- increase the portions.
- cut out the liquor lacing,ask the customer if they want it or not.
- for goodness sakes get a stronger,more powerful air duct system or filter
- omit the cake section .please
- keep the aunty owner behind a cctv system,equip all the floorstaff with earpieces. She's got to learn to let go or be a real boss that can delegate tasks.
