Lantern Bar, Fullerton Bay Hotel

photo credits to: http://is.asia-city.com

What do you on weekends? I love hanging out at rooftop bars with my mates as much as I love drinking coffee at a comfy cafe. Its drinking with good friends with a view to boot. When conversions dwindle to a lull, you have the view to fill the spaces in between. 

Rooftop bars feel like a new trend. There have been many of such bars sprouting out across the island over the past years- from the CBD area to little india. Lantern bar is seated atop fullerton bay hotel. Right opposite our swanky marina bay sands. Make a reservation for the comfy couches by the edges for an unobstructed view. 

Lantern bar gets too crowded and the music pounds a tad too loud for me. I hope to find my own favourite bar to hang out sometime soon. It will be a moderately crowded bar, with a view and with great music. 

Krokodil

Narco drug trade from Afghanistan to Russia fueling the disintegration of a nation. Krokodil a cheap drug alternative to heroin that eats the body up from the inside. You lose a leg or two. It reduces men into vegetables.

My heart and soul is burdened. What can I do but pray? Help, Lord. Watchman on the wall, keep praying, never ceasing.

Old hainanese coffee, Chin Mei Chin Confectionary

Weekends are lazy affairs, a respite from the mundane workings of life. So there, a trip to an old hainanese shop for coffee and kaya toast satisfies the soul for comfort food.

Black coffee without a hint of sugar or milk. Kopi o kosong. Coffee mixed in with a dash of hot water. 

Soft kaya buns with a thick slab of butter, lightly toasted with their edges slightly burnt. These are served hot and fresh from the grill. The butter melts from the heat of the buns when pressed together. Try taking a bite, the kaya and butter melts into a delicious ooze, splattering haphazardly onto the table. It is impossible to be glamorous when eating such delicious treats.

Its time for some pastries. Luncheon meat in bread, custard bun, egg custard tart and oil luncheon meat puff.  

I call for another kopi o kosong, greedy because its my first time on this turf of joo chiat in a long while. Should I call for another kaya toast? A slight tug at my heartstring and my mouth waters. Eating is such an emotional affair. I rub my tummy and my brain registers fullness. I'll be back here again, I remind myself.

We got up to leave, my tummy is full and my heart is happy. The long queue of people waiting in line turn their heads expectantly towards our seats. 

Chin Mei Chin Confectionary, I'll be back.