GIVE ME THERAPY, I'M A WALKING TRAVESTY.

twentythree y.o. geographer, barista, yoga practitioner. University College London. born and bred in the lil' island of Singapore. constantly searching for answers. extremely flawed, especially when it comes to imposing standards on others, expecting too much, not knowing when to close her mouth (to shut the fuck up or to stop eating). too crazy for her own good and has to be taken with a massive handful of salt. adores backpacking, hitch-hiking, hill-walking, red wine, whiskey, cocktails, fine food and good conversations.
REMINDER:
"open your heart. someone will come. someone will come for you. but you'd have to open your heart first."


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Wednesday, December 03, 2014
◔ 10:14 PM // ✎ 1 comment(s)		❝ OTTOLENGHI ❞

Went back to what used to be my favorite restaurant. Over the course of the year I found that the food varies from "above average" to "pretty good", and I have learnt not to order their sponge cakes because they tend to be on the dry side.

Dragged Lynn and Daisy with me this time; I love it when the people I eat with eat as much as I do. Otherwise, I'd get really disappointed and unhappy :P

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Salads: Poached Quince; Roasted Aubergines

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Mains: Venison; Sea Bass; Lamb; and one more that slipped my mind :P (sorry no photos as we literally attacked the food)

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Pudding: Pecan Pie - albeit small, it packs a punch, especially the wonderfully molten caramel that oozes out the moment you cut into it (sorry for revealing its secret);
Carrot and Walnut cake - which we ordered despite my recommendation that we shouldn't because Ottolenghi's sponge cakes tend ton be dry, and I was right;
Pumpkin Cheesecake - the pecan brittle. I was sold. Everyone loves a good brittle.

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