Lunch for Today (VI)
Spize: The Supper Club at Bedok Road. This place is half an island away from where I live. Not that I mind. Sources informed me they sell the best roti john in Singapore, and I'd gladly travel the island two times over for good food. Besides, I find there is a certain tranquility in travelling long distances.
The place is within walking distance from Tanah Merah Station. I would like to say that Spize is nestled comfortably in a small village center, away from the hustle and bustle of life. But while the human density on the pavement was low I couldn't get rid of the incessant drone of vehicles, even when I turned away from the main road, so the statement would be too far away from the truth to make it even a tolerable exaggaration.
Took the roti john chicken special, the most special thing about it being there is very little chicken.
Overall was decent though. That orange dressing you see adds a nice sourish tinge, something like thousand island cream. Best roti john I've had is still from a vendor at Sembawang Camp. That may be a biased judgement, because the times I had roti john then was when the superiors weren't around or when the workload wasn't a lot. That is to say, the times I had roti john in camp was when I was feeling relatively happy.
Customary post-lunch walk ensued after I cleaned my mouth on a national day banner conveniently hanging around. Weather was cool. No sun. Windy. You should know me by now. I love those walks down long roads through landed property, hearing the faint sounds of people going about their lives in their homes, children playing, mahjong tiles clicking, the sound of television, maids hosing gardens, birds chirping, the occasional dog barking, overcast sky above and the road before me.
The place is within walking distance from Tanah Merah Station. I would like to say that Spize is nestled comfortably in a small village center, away from the hustle and bustle of life. But while the human density on the pavement was low I couldn't get rid of the incessant drone of vehicles, even when I turned away from the main road, so the statement would be too far away from the truth to make it even a tolerable exaggaration.
Took the roti john chicken special, the most special thing about it being there is very little chicken.
Overall was decent though. That orange dressing you see adds a nice sourish tinge, something like thousand island cream. Best roti john I've had is still from a vendor at Sembawang Camp. That may be a biased judgement, because the times I had roti john then was when the superiors weren't around or when the workload wasn't a lot. That is to say, the times I had roti john in camp was when I was feeling relatively happy.Customary post-lunch walk ensued after I cleaned my mouth on a national day banner conveniently hanging around. Weather was cool. No sun. Windy. You should know me by now. I love those walks down long roads through landed property, hearing the faint sounds of people going about their lives in their homes, children playing, mahjong tiles clicking, the sound of television, maids hosing gardens, birds chirping, the occasional dog barking, overcast sky above and the road before me.
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I wouldn't clean my mouth on a National Day banner. It's probably bloody dirty. =S
It was an act of patriotism.
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