Sunday was my day to relax at the spa. Oh yeah, I needed some pampering after Bangalore. It was an hour and half of drooling muscle relaxation at the hotel spa, Willow Stream Day Spa. Not a bad way to spend the afternoon. I actually wanted to do some wake boarding over in Bedok. The rain decided I shouldn’t and instead, get some bak kut teh. Oh rain, you’re so ingenious.
11 New Bridge Rd
+65 6533 6128
Verdict: Hell yeah I’ll be back. This is my first stop for bak kut teh.
This place is near the river. Lots of seats indoor pouring out into the sidewalk, but barely enough to keep up with the demand. I got their at off peak hours, 3pm. So securing a seat wasn’t a problem. Food comes out pretty fast and you can past the time by reading all the accolades on the wall. Yeah, gotta love this place and gotta love the endless soup. Bak kut teh is one of my favorite soups. It’s a pork bone broth soup you eat with a side of rice. It’s a Southeast Asian thing to have soup with rice. That is, mixing the two together as you eat. At one point it’s all rice with the pork rib, next it’s a scoop of soup and rice. Trust me, it works.
Later, when all the rain passed, it was off to the first hawker center of this trip, Makansutra. It’s an outdoor hawker center next to Esplanade, a performing arts center. You get a nice view of the Marina Bay Sands and in time for their 8:00pm light show. One problem, we’re on the other side of the show. The vantage point as well as the music was on the hotel site. We only saw the lights shining past us and heard the distance tremble of the music. The show would have been a nice addition to the slightly disappointed meal we had. I only say that because I’ve been spoiled by other hawker food centers. This one was more on the polished side, if there’s such a thing for hawker centers. Small number of stands, so no real competition. Maybe that’s the reason the food was lackluster. Or maybe it’s the rent keeping the hardcore hawkers away. In any case, it’s still crowded. The location was prime, next to all the waterfront restaurants.
8 Raffles Ave
Overall, Sunday was another eating day and a day my boss stood scratching his head wondering how the hell I eat. Yeah, I ordered a feast.