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Thursday, March 18, 2004
Botanic Gardens by night is a beautiful, breath-taking place. Last night was totally conducive for a leisurely stroll as it had rained earlier, so the weather was nice and cool.
The carpark and the visitor centre were brightly lit, but once you get to the pathways, it was barely bright enough to see where you were going. I've never been there before so I spent most of the stroll just marveling at the surroundings. It was as if urban, concrete Singapore had been left behind and I was walking in another country altogether. The fact that I didn't know where I was headed just made the trip all the more exciting. And there was the surprise at the end to look forward to as well!
He kept singing the praises of the cafe: "Oh, it's really nice, especially at night after a rainy day." "It's guaranteed not to have a crowd." "The food's great and its not terribly expensive."
And he was so totally right. Out of the darkness, the cafe shone brightly. But the illumination was from tea-lights so it was welcoming and not glaring. The alfresco dining area was amazing. "Right up by the trees", said he. His wife and he have their 'special table' out there, so naturally we chose to sit inside the cafe itself. That and for the air-conditioning. Typical Singaporeans, right? (I'm so tempted to write Uniquely Singapore! :p)
The rectangular dining room had glass panels on 3 sides. The decor was simple yet classy: dark woods and cream linens. And they were playing American jazz classics in the background. "Its so relaxing here, I could almost fall asleep," said I.
The food was artistically arranged, although surprisingly the portions were not as 'aesthetically' tiny. And it was delicious! We wanted to have the sinful dark chocolate torte for dessert, but we decided to be adventurous and tried the chef's special concoction. It was like a deconstructed tiramisu. It had espresso, mascarpone and alcohol but it looked and tasted completely different. I laughed so hard when he remarked, "Eating mint and strawberries reminds me of toothpaste." He's so goofy sometimes.
Afterwards, we were both rushing off the meet our beloveds. His was the wife, and mine was AI. Although he kept apologizing that he couldn't drive me home, I was more than happy to be taking a bus! I told him to drop me at any bus-stop and I took the first bus (with TV Mobile) without really noticing where it was headed. Like I told Pearly later; life is an adventure, you can't be in control all the time. It all worked out in the end: the bus ride terminated at Jurong East interchange and I managed to see a good 45 minutes of AI during the journey. Then I took a cab back ("Claim it tomorrow," he said) and watched the rest of it.
I can't wait to go back to the cafe with my friends. Quick, must find an excuse!
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