Over the years, I’ve found myself at Buona Vista multiple times, inevitably waving goodbye to my dietary resolve. One bite of the 63 Laksa had me shedding all self-control, while the creamy Ghim Moh Carrot Cake was my undoing. You know it’s bad when you promise yourself just one more slice, and suddenly you’re on a first-name basis with the staff! It’s a culinary Bermuda Triangle—delightfully casual but with a side of regret that lingers longer than I do at the buffet. Let’s examine those top ten unforgettable experiences where dieting simply ‘didn’t make the cut’!
Irresistible local delicacies
While the daunting spectre of dieting looms over me like a malevolent ghost, I find myself irresistibly drawn to the culinary delights of Buona Vista. It’s as if the aroma of local delicacies wafts through the air, inviting me to abandon my tasteless chicken and broccoli for something much more exciting. You know you’ve succumbed to temptation when you’re standing in front of a hawker stall deliberating whether to order a heaping plate of Char Kway Teow or a rather sad salad. Spoiler alert: I always choose the Char Kway Teow! The combination of flat rice noodles, prawns, blood cockles, and a delightful hint of wok hei has me questioning whether dieting was ever a good idea. Can you blame me? Those glistening morsels are practically whispering sweet nothings to my taste buds, and my waistline is simply going to have to deal with it!
Char Kway Teow cravings
Little did I know that just one forkful of this heavenly dish could unravel the strictest of vegetarian diets. It’s quite comical, really. I started my week with all the fervour of an overzealous gym-goer, equipped with protein shakes and quinoa bowls, only to find myself three days in, staring longingly at a photo of Char Kway Teow on Instagram. The next thing I knew, I had bee-lined it to EAT at The Star Vista, fork in hand and serious cravings in tow. I suppose we all have our weaknesses, and mine just happens to be an oily, savoury masterpiece that is somehow far superior to any bland, green leaf. Who knew I’d be able to input ‘Char Kway Teow’ as an item on my grocery list? That’s how deep it runs!
Nasi Lemak night
Now, let’s talk about the glorious event known as Nasi Lemak night! Picture this: it’s a Friday evening, you’ve had a long week, and the thought of cooking fills you with dread. The solution? Nasi Lemak. There’s something irresistibly comforting about coconut rice infused with pandan leaves, crunchy fried anchovies, sambal that has just enough kick to remind you that you’re alive, and a perfectly fried egg perched on top like a crown. It’s like the comfort food version of that cuddly blanket we all resort to on chilly nights.
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Plus, Nasi Lemak isn’t just a meal; it’s an experience. The delightful array of sambals, pickled cucumbers, and additional fried chicken that you can order as an accompaniment for a little extra indulgence makes this dish a real treat. Did I mention the joy of trying to navigate all the flavours on one plate? It’s a culinary balancing act that I’m more than willing to partake in. So here I am, happily demolishing my Nasi Lemak while swearing to myself that I’ll hit the gym next week—right after I finish this plate.
The Lure of Desserts
Some days, I find myself justifying a dessert with a clever little mantra: “Life is too short to skip sweets.” This philosophy usually leads me down a glorious path of pastry perfection, especially when I’m at The Star Vista. As I casually stroll through Vista Exchange, the alluring aroma of fresh bakes wafts through the air, teasing my taste buds and resolutely convincing me that dieting is best left for January resolutions. It’s a culinary wonderland where quick, affordable meals can easily turn into a sneaky dessert detour that I never really intended to take – and before I know it, I’m elbow-deep into a slice of rich chocolate cake that I firmly believe will somehow improve my mood (it does, actually!).
Durian Shake Incident
Lure me with a durian shake, will you? Yes, I fell victim to the wondrous charms of this exotic fruit. I genuinely thought I was being adventurous – how could a thick, creamy shake turn out to be anything less than glorious? I took a vigorous sip, and my taste buds immediately questioned my life choices. Imagine a fruity smoothie that decided to party with a foot odour that had been marinating in a sock drawer. The velvety texture intertwined with that unmistakable aroma had my friends wheezing with laughter as I grimaced and battled the overwhelming flavours competing for dominance in my mouth. One minute I was aiming for dessert glory, the next I was begging for a water bucket. Let’s just say I’ve put my adventurous durian days behind me. Well, kind of.
Kaya Toast Temptation
You might think kaya toast is just a simple dish, but oh, how wrong you are! One plague of my existence is that golden, buttery toast slathered with thick, velvety kaya jam. Each bite transports me to the bustling hawker centres of Singapore, where I inevitably find myself in a sweet transaction with temptation. There’s something so exquisite about the way the sweet coconut and pandan jam mingles with that toasty crunch; it dances on my palate and makes my heart skip a beat. Before I even know what’s happened, I’ve managed to devour the entire plate, rash decisions buzzing loudly in my ears like the persistent calls to “finish your greens!” that I so audibly ignored during my childhood.
Kaya toast has a way of sneaking into my diet when I least expect it – one moment I’m ordering a light lunch, and the next, I’m requesting a double serving of that coconut goodness. The worst part is, I can’t even blame it on peer pressure! It’s my own internal craving that claws at me like a hungry cat looking for snacks. The only real shame I face is that I must suffer the consequences of finishing a dozen extra kaya toasts on a whim, particularly when I’m attempting to cut down on my carb intake. And then, as I sit there twisted in guilt, I remind myself that life is too short for regrets, particularly when armed with kaya toast!
Satisfying Late-Night Munchies
Your stomach growls like an angry bear after midnight, and you’re left wondering if those enticing late-night snacks could same-day-deliver their splendour right to your spot on the sofa. Well, when it comes to spotting the best munchies near Buona Vista, I must admit—there’s never a dull moment! Those late-night cravings can really sneak up on you, often just when you’ve promised yourself ‘tomorrow will be the day’ you start eating right. Instead, I find myself indulging in the succulent offerings at The Star Vista, which is practically an urban foodie haven! Who needs willpower when there’s a plethora of delicious local charm waiting to whisk you away from your diet? From steaming bowls of laksa to crispy carrot cake, this place has it all, and the immediate regret over my ‘beach body’ plans comes rushing in only after the last morsel has been devoured.
McDonald’s 2 a.m. Drive
Now, let’s chat about the reckless joy that is the McDonald’s 2 a.m. drive. Picture this: the night has grown lazily quiet, you’ve binged the latest series, and suddenly, a mystical call for cheeseburgers beckons. The drive to my local McDonald’s feels like a mission akin to a knight begining on a quest for the Holy Grail—each stop light feels like an eternity, and my resolve begins to wane. I could have sworn I heard the fries whispering ‘you’ll regret this in the morning’—a cheeky little jab at the post-midnight guilt that often crawls in. Who am I kidding? The only regret I have is that I didn’t order an extra McFlurry! I tell myself, it’s just a delicious treat after a long week, and it’s practically a rite of passage. Plus, who can resist those golden fries, right?
Roti Prata Dilemma
Munchies are an all-too-familiar friend of the late-night escapade, and when I find myself at a roti prata stall, the dilemma. With a menu brimming with mouth-watering choices, I’m torn between the classic egg prata, the sweet chocolate version, or going wild and ordering a little bit of everything! The golden, crispy layers call to me like a siren, and each bite feels like a proud victory in my late-night food championship. But then again, there’s that nagging thought at the back of my mind about those poor diet plans I lovingly crafted earlier in the week, now dashed against the rocky shore of my insatiable hunger. Honestly, is there anything more satisfying than a roti prata dipped in a rich curry—let’s be honest, my love for food always wins! The challenge lies in stopping—who can eat just one when you can have five? The road to regret is paved with a pile of roti prata!
Unexpected Food Coma
Your culinary adventure at The Star Vista is set to be an unforgettable one. The moment I stepped into the area, the aroma wafting from EAT. breathed new life into my debate of choosing healthy meals over indulging in local delights. The mix of traditional fare and modern shopping feels like stepping into a food lover’s wonderland, filled with promises of satisfaction that make you cast your diet aspirations aside like an old pair of shoes. One blink and I’d already signed a treaty with my stomach promising that just one more plate wouldn’t hurt… Spoiler alert: it did. I found myself slumped against a wall, contemplating the life choices that led to my current food coma, the regret settling in like a heavy blanket of fried rice.
Buffet Overload Horror
Assuming that my willpower was as strong as my appetite, I launched on a buffet venture that seemed innocent enough at first. I had dreams of controlling my portion sizes, but as soon as I spotted the endless trays of steaming laksa and crispy carrot cake, my ambitions went out the window faster than I could say “food baby.” I could hear my stomach growling, the siren call of indulgence beckoning me to explore just one more dish. Who was I to resist? Before I knew it, I was in a full-on buffet brawl, mercilessly scooping heaps of everything that caught my eye, like a contestant on a game show with no time limit. The only challenge? Bringing myself back to reality as I gasped for air, parked in a corner with a napkin tucked under my chin.
Satay Stick Regret
Horror struck the moment I laid my eyes on those gleaming satay sticks, marinated to near perfection and calling my name louder than a karaoke rendition of “Wonderwall.” It was an delightful moment until I realised I’d gone overboard, loading my plate with skewers as if I were recreating a satay stick tower of Pisa. The first few bites were heavenly, but as the flavours melded into a blissful sensation, I found myself questioning every life choice that brought me to this very moment. Who knew such beauty could lead to such regret? The food was good, but my hips were not amused, nor was my waistband. My regrets, it seemed, extended deep into spicy peanut sauce goodness as I gingerly navigated the food coma waiting to envelop me.
Buffet triumph turned to a dessert defeat, as I sheepishly eyed the dessert counter, knowing full well I was already at capsize capacity yet tempted by the allure of sweet endings. I made the rookie mistake of whispering to myself that I deserved just one small dessert… little did I know, small is relative. My relationship with those enticing cakes was destined to end in more than just sugar highs; it felt like I was tiptoeing on the edge of a culinary cliff, about to freefall into a land of regret and bloated stomachs.
The Joy of Sharing Meals
Once again, I found myself at The Star Vista, swiping my card enthusiastically at EAT. It was one of those days when the sun was shining, my stomach was grumbling, and the food was calling my name. There’s an undeniable joy in sharing a meal, especially when the dishes are as colourful and flavourful as the ones showcasing local traditional fare. Whether it’s a steaming bowl of Laksa or some fragrant Carrot Cake from Ghim Moh, it’s like a chorus of flavours dancing on your palate. I find it oddly nostalgic, bringing back memories of family gatherings where sharing hearty plates was the norm. Of course, this meant I could also test my companions’ bravery in trying new things—who wouldn’t love a side-splitting moment of surprise when someone tries a dish for the first time?
But then again, with great meals comes the inevitable deluge of quirky experiences that accompany sharing food. Those moments when we dine as a group leave me in stitches, whether it’s a comical food debate or a witty commentary on our culinary choices. There I was recently, crammed into a cosy corner of So Pho, laughter echoing around us while we misjudged the quantity of pho we needed. And I thought we could just order one bowl to share. Spoiler alert: we didn’t. The laughter and bonding over eager bites turned into a hilariously chaotic food-fest—a reminder that togetherness truly enhances every dish.
Food-Sharing Disaster
You’d think sharing food would be a foolproof plan, but I clearly underestimated the art of food-sharing during a dinner out with friends. We had chosen a number of different dishes, excited to sample the wonders of Vietnamese cuisine. Everything was going swimmingly until someone decided that it would be a brilliant idea to pass a bowl of the most fragrant, soupy pho around the table. Cue disaster! As I reached desperately for my share, the bowl wobbled as if taunting me. In the blink of an eye, the slippery noodles made a break for it, landing straight on my lap and setting off a chain reaction of laughter that echoed around the restaurant. My fond hopes of being a culinary sharer turned into the hot mess of the evening—who knew that sharing could also lead to drenching your trousers?
Over-Ordering Embarrassment
The moment I stepped into CALI, I felt like a hungry kid in a candy shop. As I sensibly scanned the menu, my inner glutton started taking over. Every enticing dish whispered sweet nothings to me, promising an explosion of flavours. “Just one more,” I insisted to my friends with a laugh. However, this innocent mantra quickly escalated to a feast of epic proportions. The entire table soon resembled a scene from a buffet, with platters piled high and no room for the poor waiter to manoeuvre around us. When the food arrived, my excitement turned into horror as I realised I had ordered enough to feed a small village. The bemused look on my friends’ faces was a mix of disbelief and the overwhelming worry of the food-to-consumer ratio spiralling out of control. Imagine the awkward banter, as we each dug in like it was an all-you-can-eat competition!
For instance, there I was, sitting amongst my friends, eyeing epicurean delights that I couldn’t possibly finish alone. The table was piled higher than a mountain of sushi, dim sum, and even an unwarranted batch of pineapple tarts that somehow fell into our order. My brilliant plan of ‘just a nibble here and there’ quickly unraveled into an extravagant taco catastrophe, where the guacamole ended up slathered all over my sleeves. By the end of the meal, not only did we have leftovers that could last the week, but I also had a personal reminder of my reckless enthusiasm clinging to my attire. Lesson learned: next time, perhaps just one taco would suffice!
“I’ll just have one bite”
For someone with a love-hate relationship with dieting, the culinary delights of Buona Vista are like an invitation to a glorious, waistline-defying feast. “I’ll just have one bite,” I often tell myself as I stand at the entrance of EAT. It’s a cosy little eat-and-go haven that promises delicious local fare for the hungry-hearted. In reality, that one bite usually translates to a culinary avalanche. What starts as a humble attempt to enjoy the iconic Hainanese chicken rice quickly spirals into a full-blown gastronomic adventure, with me engulfing an absurd amount of the delectable sambal and fluffy rice that I’ve somehow convinced myself is a portion control. I try to convince myself that these meals are practically part of a balanced diet because they’re “local traditional fare.” Right? Who needs greens when you’ve got good old chicken rice on your plate?
Endless Dim Sum
You’ll never find a more dangerous place than a dim sum restaurant when you’re on a diet. Seriously, as soon as the carts start rolling by, all my willpower evaporates faster than the steam escaping from the bamboo baskets. I often begin with the noble intention of just trying one or two of those marvels that are the size of my palm. But before I know it, I’m wrestling with my conscience as I pop a third shrimp dumpling and mentally calculate if it’s too late to order that crispy pork belly for good measure. I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve gone in thinking “a little dim sum won’t hurt” and then emerging like a content but slightly guilty balloon, ready to float off into the nearest food coma.
Dessert Table Sabotage
You never truly appreciate the betrayal of a dessert table until you encounter one at Buona Vista. With each cake more seductive than the last, I find myself on the verge of a decadent crisis. After a filling meal, I banish sanity from my mind and head for the sweet treachery under the guise of “just a little treat.” It’s astounding how my inner dialogue flips from, “Perhaps I shouldn’t,” to “What if I just taste them all?” Before I know it, I’m balancing a precarious platter of mango pudding, chocolate lava cake, and those little kueh delights, declaring that I’ll just share them with “everyone” (which translates to mainly me, of course). It’s all fun and games until that last chocolate-covered morsel circles back to bite me, and I’m left contemplating my life choices over an empty plate.
With each visit, the siren calls of desserts and dim sum seem to dance around me, whispering the sweet promises of indulgence that make even the strictest diet feel irrelevant. The craving for that impossibly fluffy, custard-filled bun is palpable, and I often leave Buona Vista both belly and heart fuller than I ever intended to be. But really, when the food is this good, can you truly regret the delightful sabotage of your diet?
Best Dining with Friends
Not everything that is delicious comes without a side of regret, especially when dining with friends at the fabulous eateries near Buona Vista. I’ll never forget my last visit to The Star Vista where I thought I’d indulge in a guilt-free meal. Little did I know that I’d end up devouring an entire plate of creamy laksa at 63 Laksa and finishing off with a fluffy mango cheesecake at CALI, all while reminiscing over our wild college days. My friends and I laughed until we cried, as we shared stories that involved more than a few embarrassing moments and food comas. But who could resist? The atmosphere there elicits a sort of camaraderie that all but begs for a bit of indulgence – and my waistline certainly had a few choice words about it! I mean, what’s a bit of regret in the name of friendship and flavour, right?
Laughter and Food Spills
You’ll find that laughter and food spills often go hand-in-hand, especially when my friends and I gather for a meal. It always seems like every time I take a sip of my drink, that’s when the most hilarious joke is told, and I end up choking on my bubbly beverage. I distinctly recall a time at So Pho, where I took a sip, heard a punchline, and subsequently released a tiny fountain of Vietnamese iced coffee! It went everywhere, leaving my mate covered in splatter and eliciting fits of giggles all around. It was as if the universe had conspired to remind us that no gathering is complete without a bit of chaos!
Birthday Cake Catastrophe
Spills are one thing, but once, I found myself amidst a birthday cake catastrophe that I will never live down. It was my friend’s birthday, and I had promised to bring a delightful cake to surprise her. I had this wonderful vision of a majestic chocolate mousse cake from one of the best bakeries near Buona Vista, but as fate would have it, my excitement got the better of me. In my haste to get to the party on time, I may have taken a corner too quickly. As I rounded the bend, I turned to tell my friend all about the cake’s splendour, and lo and behold, the cake launched itself straight into the passenger seat, a chocolate explosion that would haunt me for years. The aftermath left me with melted mousse everywhere, but thankfully, the laughter over my cake disaster made it all worth it. It certainly taught me to always double-check my cake’s seatbelt before driving!
The next time I visit Buona Vista, I’ll surely keep these incidents in mind – perhaps opting for a less precarious dessert choice and more absorbent napkins. But let’s face it, where’s the fun in that? With friends, laughter, and food spills, who wouldn’t want to indulge just a little more?
FOMO at The Star Vista
Many times I’ve found myself wandering through The Star Vista, the ultimate food haven, only for my stomach to start a riot in the presence of all that mouth-watering goodness. Situated so conveniently next to Buona Vista MRT, it’s practically a central hub for foodies like me. I often have a war in my mind where the logical side pleads for restraint—the age-old dieting battle—while my taste buds stage a coup d’état, insisting on indulging in every dish that catches my eye. Ironically, it’s when I’ve tried to stick to salads that I end up eyeing the glorious fried goodness of 63 Laksa or the temptations of Ghim Moh Carrot Cake, both calling out to me like sirens on the rocks of my diet plan. Nothing says “FOMO” quite like having to look at someone’s char-grilled chicken while clutching a sad little bowl of leafy greens.
Food envy moment
Now, let me set the scene for you: I’ve perched myself at So Pho, ready to enjoy what I believe is a heroic bowl of pho, only to watch as the table next to me is served a vibrant spread, each dish a masterpiece. I’m positively green with envy as I spot the spring rolls glistening freshly fried, accompanied by an aromatic dipping sauce. Meanwhile, my diet-approved bowl of soup is an insult to the artistic flair that dining out should embody. I could almost hear the food whispering, “Come join us; we taste far better than your lettuce!” I swear I could taste the jealousy in my broth.
Instagram vs. reality
FOMO kicks in hard when I scroll through Instagram, and the food posts from The Star Vista look like they’ve been plucked straight from an influencer’s feed—it’s practically Pinterest-worthy! You see everyone else posting dazzling images of peach garden metropolis’s dishes that look more like art than food. So, I summon the courage to try it out, only to find my culinary creation looking more like the aftermath of a food fight than the picturesque meal I had envisioned. Contrast that with my friends’ plates, bursting with vibrant colours and the essence of a food magazine cover. While I just look on in disbelief, questioning my life choices and the sheer audacity of my decision to diet, I could only laugh awkwardly and wonder if I could smuggle a nugget of chicken home!
Envy runs rampant in situations like these! It’s almost cinematic: plates glimmering under the fluorescent lights, while my humble bowl of soup quietly frowns in the corner. I can’t help but think my Instagram feed is a deceitful fairy tale that could shatter at any given moment, and I’m left holding the very much unsatisfying reality of my meal. Each post I like only deepens my resolve to demolish my salad upon returning home, vowing to never diet again as I scheme my next visit to The Star Vista, where food dreams are meant to be savoured, not regretted!
Why Diet?
Keep in mind that my attempts at dieting often resemble the plot of a tragic comedy. It always starts off so promising—I’m fired up, armed with fresh veggies, protein shakes, and an unyielding determination to become this year’s version of a salad-loving, gym-goer. Watch out world, here I come! But then, as if the universe is playing a cruel joke on me, I find myself staring at the tantalising array of food options near Buona Vista. With eateries like CALI and Long Black Cafe serving up delectable dishes, the loud wail of my diet plans fades into the background like a forgotten pop song.
Ultimately, the real question lingers: why do I even bother with dieting when delightful places like EAT at The Star Vista exist? Here, I can devour local traditional fare that’s as comforting as your favourite blanket on a chilly day. It seems utterly silly to deny myself the joys of mouth-watering carrot cake at Ghim Moh or the heavenly 63 Laksa. Again, why diet when there’s a food heaven right at my doorstep?
Food Advertising Fail
Any seasoned dieter will tell you that food advertising is a sneaky little devil. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve been coaxed into thinking that these perfectly polished meals will make my kale salad feel like a distant memory. The ad features a big, juicy burger with cheese dripping like a waterfall, and I’m left wondering why my 5-alarm lettuce wrap doesn’t quite evoke the same feelings. The power of food advertising is insidious; it slithers into your brain and turns every wholesome thought into a greasy fantasy. That’s the moment where I find myself daydreaming about a sizzling pizza while munching on my celery stick.
In those moments, I invariably think—what on earth was I thinking? Did I truly believe that exchanging the pleasure of foods at So Pho for a homemade quota of brown rice and steamed broccoli could lead to happiness? Spoiler alert: it doesn’t! Trust me; if food could talk, mine would be screaming at me for being so disloyal.
“My Diet Starts Tomorrow”
Tomorrow comes, and with it, a fabulous array of excuses that would put a seasoned politician to shame. The grand declaration of “my diet starts tomorrow” often feels like a modern-day mantra—one that rolls off the tongue with the grace of an Olympic athlete. I mean, when you’ve just had your fill of heavenly carrot cake from Ghim Moh, it seems perfectly reasonable to postpone the strict eating regime for another day, right? After all, who can say no to the rich goodness of a local delicacy when it’s just a stone’s throw away?
Starts off innocently enough, doesn’t it? Perhaps you’ve convinced yourself that a diet is a temporary concept, much like a fast food restaurant’s limited-time offer. I find myself eyeing those tantalising dishes, repeating my mantra like a broken record. Yet, as the sun sets and I remain knee-deep in delightful Singaporean dishes, the idea of starting my diet tomorrow suddenly becomes as distant as my New Year’s resolutions. And so, the cycle continues—one delectable meal at a time!
Comfort Food Cravings
Unlike the strict and unyielding diet I had committed to, the aura of Buona Vista’s culinary delights threatens to send my resolutions packing faster than I can say “extra fried onion”. I often find myself standing at The Star Vista, staring at the eateries like a starving artist admiring a masterpiece. The essence of local food calls to me—whether it’s the tantalising aroma wafting from Wild Crumbs or the promise of warmth from a steaming bowl at So Pho, I can feel my self-discipline begin to crumble like an overcooked biscuit. One moment I’m a health-conscious saint, and the next, I’m that friend who vehemently argues for the merits of a generous portion of 63 Laksa, all while wearing the same trousers I swore would never see a fried noodle again.
Soup Making Me Weak
There’s a saying that ‘the way to a person’s heart is through their stomach’, and I can confirm that this is especially true when it comes to a rich bowl of lahna or comforting chicken soup. On one of my recent outings, I found myself ensnared by the aroma of chicken broth drifting in from So Pho. Before I knew it, I was seated, spoon in hand, as the warm, soothing soup kissed my taste buds. It was as if each sip was wrapping me in a delightful hug, and suddenly all thoughts of diet fortified kale salads flew straight out of the window. You don’t just drink this soup; you embrace it, as though your tastebuds have travelled to a quaint little café in Vietnam, instead of suffering the heat of guilt for abandoning my salad bowl.
The Call of Fried Rice
To say I have a weakness for fried rice is an understatement. It’s like the Siren’s song of my diet, beckoning me closer with promises of fluffy grains and vibrant vegetables dancing cheekily amongst the peas and carrots. The moment I hear the sizzling from the wok of a nearby food stall, my senses go into overdrive. It’s a battle between my dreams of losing a few extra pounds and the reality of my face plant-first into a plate of the best fried rice that Buona Vista has to offer.
The vivid memories of the first mouthful still play in my mind: the distinct seasoning, hints of soy sauce, and that unmistakable crunch of adding a sprinkle of fried shallots. It’s comfort food defined, a bowl of happiness that warms me right through. I reckon I’d need a strong intervention if I ever found myself only sticking to carrots for lunch again! If you haven’t succumbed to the fried rice calling yet, well, I can’t say I’ve managed to resist it, despite my lofty fitness claims.
Indulgent Brunch Outings
Now, if there’s one thing I can’t resist, it’s the allure of Buona Vista’s brunch scene. You walk in, and the aroma of sizzling meals fills the air, luring you into temptation. My friends and I always kick things off at The Star Vista, where the cafes practically beg you to indulge in their culinary delights. Take So Pho, for instance; I just can’t say no to those steaming bowls of pho, but it’s the pancake platter that truly steals my heart—and my willpower. Just one look at those fluffy stacks, adorned with a veritable bounty of syrup, berries, and a sprinkling of, shall we say, ‘nutty’ toppings, and I feel my diet quietly slip away, inching closer to the dark side with each mouthful.
Pancake Platter Regret
The pancake platter is a siren’s song filled with deliciousness and, regrettably, my worst enemy in the fight against an expanding waistband. Picture this: I sat down feeling optimistic about my brunch choices, convinced I could savour a light salad after a week of salad torture. But, as I held the fork in my hand, the fluffy puffs called to me with a whisper only I could hear. “Just one bite,” they said. And I’ll admit, I fell for it. One bite turned into an entire pancake stack and suddenly, I was wallowing in the guilt of sheer gluttony.
Unlimited Mimosas Chaos
You’ll never see a more chaotic brunch than when unlimited mimosas are involved. I mean, who decided that bottomless drinks were a good idea? I certainly did, it seems, after one too many cheers with my goofball mates. After the first mimosa, I thought I could handle it. You know, just a little bubbly to get the creative juices flowing. Fast forward an hour, and I’m arm wrestling my friend over whose turn it is to order another round. By 11 AM, I was convinced I could start a new dance trend called “The Wobbly Mimosa Shuffle.” Thank heavens for the delicious food that promptly caught my attention again, but let me tell you, trying to keep my balance while attempting a noodle next to my fifth mimosa was anything but dignified!
Indulgent as it was, the sheer joy of brunching with friends—fizzling and giggling, all whilst in a food coma—was absolutely worth every bite. Of course, as I rolled myself out of the café, I couldn’t help but ponder the ongoing dilemma: Diet? What diet? The best of Buona Vista had manifested itself in my stomach, and I thoroughly regretted nothing. Well, except perhaps that fourth mimosa…
Potluck Pressure
After weeks of carefully avoiding carbs and restricting my portion sizes, I find myself entangled in the chaotic excitement of a potluck dinner. You know the scene: a variety of dishes competing for attention, all while your diet plan silently weeps in the corner. It’s like a scene from an action movie where the hero must fight against their own desires. My tummy grumbles as I remind myself of the kale salads and quinoa I had declared my best friends. Little did I know, the culinary offerings that await me have me regretting every green leaf I’ve ever consumed! Honestly, why do I even consider dieting when Buona Vista food exists? With restaurants like CALI serving delectable fusion cuisine and Wild Crumbs tempting me with mouth-watering comfort food, I realise that my personal goals are no match for a bowl of sinfully cheesy pasta.
Who Brings Salad?
Clearly, it’s always the same scenario at these gatherings: you’ve got the gourmet chefs with their Instagram-worthy dishes and then there’s me, arriving with a sad excuse for a salad – a few limp leaves and some cherry tomatoes because, apparently, that counts as cooking. Meanwhile, my friend Sarah shows up with a double-decker lasagne that has us all questioning life choices. I can almost hear my salad mocking me, “You thought you were being healthy? Ha! Taste this cheesy goodness!” In this world of potluck pressure, the landscape is littered with glorious foods that seem to call my name—and I hear them loud and clear, drowning out the sound of my diet’s pleas.
Last-minute Pizza Run
Pizza is a tried-and-true lifesaver, especially during potluck events when you’ve already skipped breakfast while wondering if the salad should have come with croutons or parmesan. There’s nothing quite like the panic of realising you forgot to prepare anything meaningful for the gathering. Suddenly, I find myself at the nearest pizza joint, frantically ordering an assortment of pies. I can’t help but fantasise about how the delivery guy must think I’m a glutton for a slice of every type of pizza known to mankind. I mean, who wouldn’t want a Hawaiian next to a pepperoni, right? All the while, I reassure myself that at least I’m providing good old-fashioned comfort food, even if it goes against my self-imposed dietary restrictions.
The convenience of a last-minute pizza run saves the day, and as I pull the warm, cheesy boxes from the bag, I feel like a culinary hero. I can already picture everyone’s faces lighting up as I set the pizza down—celebrations erupt! My salad surely would have withered away in embarrassment. Let’s face it; you can’t go wrong with pizza at a potluck, especially when Buona Vista and its tempting food options are constantly encroaching on my diet! I can hear my waistline groaning, but let’s be honest—who could resist the temptation? Not me. Cheers to delicious regret!
The Perfect Food Pairing
Despite my best intentions to stick to a diet that resembles the pristine green salad that nobody really wants, I find myself at The Star Vista, and all those fibreglass lettuce leaves fade into oblivion. One whiff of that local fare and my resolve crumbles faster than a biscuit in a cup of tea. The charm of Buona Vista food is such that I’m often caught between a healthy breakfast and a plate of piping hot Laksa that sends my taste buds spiralling into a state of blissful rebellion. In moments like these, the only remedy seems to be embracing the chaos and diving headfirst into the gastronomic delights that surround me. You know, it’s all about balance… or so I tell myself as I order an extra portion of those deep-fried goodies!
Beer and Fried Snacks
Any sensible person knows that beer and fried snacks are like two peas in a pod, or even better, like fish and chips! There’s something about cracking open a cold one that instantly shines a spotlight on the crispy delights awaiting your taste buds. I often find myself perched at a bar after a long day, twirling my beer glass like a fancy magician while pondering my snack options. Those fried dumplings with their crispy exterior, or perhaps some battered squid—yes please! Each mouthful gets better with every sip, and suddenly, my diet feels as far away as the moon. Who could possibly deprive themselves of such heavenly indulgences?
Coffee with Cake Joy
If there’s one thing I can’t resist, it’s the intoxicating combination of coffee and cake. Picture this: The comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air, tempting me like a siren’s song. I stroll into a quaint café at The Star Vista, and just like that, I’ve decided to put my diet on hold (again). There’s something magical about pairing that rich, dark coffee with a slice of decadently moist chocolate cake. The two collide in a perfect symphony of flavours as I sit back and relish the moment. My friends often chuckle at my lack of willpower, but I just grin and take another glorious bite as I contemplate that well-deserved cheat day.
Beer might be my guilty pleasure when paired with fried snacks, but coffee and cake have a special place in my heart. It’s the sweetness that lingers long after the last sip and crumb, and I can’t help but feel a sense of joy that transcends the limitations of my diet. Life, after all, is too short to deny yourself the pleasures of food. Time to grab a cake slice and let the coffee flow!
Navigating food delivery
To say I have an on-again, off-again relationship with food delivery would be an understatement. There’s something undeniably enticing about the prospect of clicking a few buttons and having a mountain of crispy fried chicken and fragrant laksa arrive at my door in a matter of minutes. Of course, the diet that was so solid just an hour prior goes right out the window the moment I see the enticing images on my screen. After all, who can resist a good meal from one of the local gems near Buona Vista? Every time I initiate a delivery, I find myself thinking, “Just this once.” Spoiler alert: it seldom is just once. Who knew a meal could arrive with a sprinkle of guilt on top?
Awkward delivery mishaps
Even the delivery process can be a theatre of awkwardness. I once ordered a delightful feast from So Pho, but the whole experience turned into a comedy sketch. The delivery driver rang my doorbell just as I was leaving the shower. Picture this: myself, wrapped in a towel, hastily throwing on a t-shirt while frantically searching for my purse. When I finally opened the door, I was greeted not with a delivery bag, but with an awkward silence from the delivery guy as he tried not to stare. I think I heard him choke on a laugh as I apologised profusely while trying to tip him with one hand and hold the towel with the other!
Too many late-night snacks
If there’s one thing I’ve learnt, it’s that late-night snacks can turn into a treacherous minefield when I’m half-asleep and craving comfort food. I have this endearing habit of telling myself, “It’s just a little treat; I won’t overdo it.” Famous last words, right? Before I know it, I’m elbow-deep in a tub of spicy carrot cake from the Ghim Moh Carrot Cake stall, devouring it like it’s the last meal on earth. It’s almost as if the universe conspires against my willpower past 10 pm. One moment I’m craving a sensible snack, and the next, I’m sampling an entire menu from the local eateries – probably why I now regret every salad I’ve ever nearly eaten after a late-night binge. The audacity of my stomach knows no bounds!
All About the Food Experience
In terms of the food scene around Buona Vista, I have had my fair share of culinary adventures that are so good, you’d consider giving your diet the boot! From quick bites at EAT. B1-38 to the soothing ambience of So Pho, there’s something downright irresistible about the variety of dishes you can indulge in. Trust me, those dishes are like sirens calling you to the rocks, tempting you to abandon all dietary restraint. After spending a delightful afternoon at The Star Vista, I found myself pondering whether my previous promises to stick to salads were a bit too ambitious.
| My Selection | Her Selection |
| Rich Laksa with a side of crispy fish cakes | Quaint Vegetable Pho garnished with fresh herbs |
| Layers of flavour in Curry Chicken with rice | Lentil Salad with a dollop of yogurt |
| Chocolate Lava Cake for dessert | Fruits drizzled with honey |
My Plate Versus Hers
Hers is a colourful, vibrant assortment of greens and gentle hues, presented in a way that makes you believe she actually enjoys her diet. Meanwhile, my plate, laden with rich and decadent delights, looks like it just emerged from a flavour explosion! While her meal radiates health and balance, mine shouts indulgence in a cheeky, unapologetic fashion. Every bite of that luscious Laksa, with its smooth coconut gravy and punchy spices, had me questioning all the green things I’ve shoved down my throat in the past month. Who knew that “health” could be so uninspiring compared to a delightful bowl of comfort?
Who Plated It Better?
Any self-respecting food lover knows that presentation is half the battle. I’d like to think my heaping plate of goodness carries a certain charm—a chaotic beauty if you will, reminiscent of a culinary masterpiece gone rogue! In contrast, her meticulously arranged salad looks almost too good to eat. The attentive chef, with delicate placings of fresh herbs, likely spent at least one hour drawing up a design before allowing it to come to fruition. Meanwhile, my plate looks like it had a wild night out on the town, devoid of any semblance of order.
Plated perfection may reside on her side of the table, but let’s face it, flavour reigns supreme, and deliciousness can’t be contained by conventionality. I might not have the Instagram-worthy dish, but I do have the experience of biting into that warm, gooey chocolate lava cake that made me forget all about my last salad attempt. So while she might have won in terms of aesthetics, taste—and my enjoyment—has been quite the adventure on my side! And let’s be honest, when Buona Vista food hits the table, all dietary regrets fly right out the window!
Seasonal Food Fest
All across Buona Vista, the air is filled with tantalising aromas and vibrant chatter as the seasonal food fest rolls in. Every time I stroll through the lively Vista Exchange, it feels like I’m on a treasure hunt for my next calorific delight. The joy of eating here is that you can indulge without breaking the bank, with eat-and-go options at EAT. B1-38 that never fail to leave me wishing I had two stomachs. From crispy roti prata to hearty bowls of laksa, each bite is like a delicious kick in the pants to my diet. I mean, who needs to count calories when there are mouth-watering plates of hawker goodness to be devoured? If only I could convince myself that I’m on the “see-food” diet – you know, I see food, I eat food! Ah, the eternal struggle.
Lunar New Year Delights
While the Lunar New Year brings an air of excitement, it also brings an onslaught of food that has me questioning every salad I’ve ever contemplated eating. Picture this: streets lined with stalls offering everything from sugary pineapple tarts to steaming baskets of dumplings. It’s like my taste buds have decided to throw a fiesta and I’m the uninvited guest who’s shown up to happily chow down on all the goodies. The moment I spot those dangling festive decorations, my resolve to stay healthy plummets in a flurry of fried goodies and sweet treats. Each bite of the traditional dumplings stuffed with auspicious fillings is a small reminder of the joys of indulgence, and let’s be honest – who can resist those golden nuggets of happiness?
Hawker Centre Hopping
If you’ve never experienced the wonder of hawker centre hopping in Buona Vista, are you even living? I find myself perpetually drawn into this culinary treasure trove, where every stall is a rabbit hole of flavour and fun. On any given Saturday, you’ll find me wandering between my favourite establishments, where each dish presents itself like a tantalising potential new love affair. The best part? You can always justify trying a little bit (read: a lot) of everything, claiming that you’re just doing “research.” My stomach may grumble in protest, but once I see those crunchy carrot cakes or the alluring whiff of chicken rice, every bit of guilt vanishes faster than a plate of satay. I’m telling you, it’s a glorious whirlwind of cold drinks, hot meals, and cheeky conversations at the tables between bites.
Delights abound in every corner when hawker centre hopping; the sheer variety is staggering. You can start with a steaming bowl of fish ball noodles, followed by crispy fried chicken wings and perhaps some char kway teow for the carbo-loading finale. Each stall has its own unique twist that keeps me coming back for more, with countless choices making it feel like a street food buffet. I often liken it to a game of Pokémon – you’ve got to catch them all, and with every visit, I’m on the quest for new flavours and experiences. Calories? Who even counts those amidst all the joy and camaraderie of hawker dining? I assure you, it’s legally impossible to leave a hawker centre without a satisfied belly and an extra smile on your face!
Satisfying Guilty Pleasures
Despite my best intentions of sticking to a balanced diet, something about the charming eateries around Buona Vista makes me surrender willingly to my craving whims. I can never pass up a warm, steaming bowl of hearty laksa from 63 Laksa, even if I had promised myself a week of salad. The moment that fragrant coconut milk hits my tongue, those pesky diet resolutions vanish like last night’s leftovers. I mean, who could resist such tempting local fare when it’s practically calling your name? It’s as if the hawker stalls banded together to conspire against my waistline, and let me tell you, they’re doing a splendid job at it! Here I stand, determined to behave…only to end up indulging in the guilty pleasures of buttery char kway teow at So Pho with a side of crispy spring rolls. What a catastrophe for the waistline but my taste buds triumph in joy!
Instant Noodles Nostalgia
Pleasures of the instant noodle kind take me right back to my student days—tossed together at any odd hour, they stood as my eternal companion through late-night cramming sessions. A sprinkle of soy sauce and a dash of chilli flakes was all it took to transform those humble noodles into a feast worthy of a king. Faced with the enticing choices around Buona Vista, those packets of nostalgia still tug at my heart. There’s something undeniably comforting about slurping down a bowl that reminds me of simpler times, even when I’m surrounded by delightful options like MONKI’s south-east Asian delights. You’d think I’d have grown out of it, but not a chance: there’s something utterly satisfying about the quick fix that instant noodles provide, even as I reminisce of those carefree days with a cheeky smile and a half-hearted promise to eat only “one bowl.”
Fast Food Fantasies
An absolute bliss awaits me whenever I inch closer to my secret fast food haunt, CALI, located just a stone’s throw from the Buona Vista MRT. There’s a delightful sense of mischief that comes with sneaking in a cheeky burger or a bucket of fries after “that” workout. As I glance at the menu, I picture my fitness coach shaking his head in disbelief, but one whiff of those golden fries makes my resolve crumble like a biscuit dunked in tea. You see, sometimes the heart wants what it wants, and being in the presence of rich, indulgent fast food can make decision-making quite difficult—especially when my stomach’s doing the serious dance of temptation.
It’s like my taste buds have formed a union, rallying together to demand a celebratory feast after a long week. Is it really fair for one to be subjected to the glorious monstrosity of a double cheeseburger after a hard day’s work? I think not! And let’s not even get started on the desserts—oh, the sweet, sweet temptation of a banana split that could make anyone weak at the knees. So yes, while I might step into the glorious eateries of Buona Vista with noble intentions, more often than not, it’s those fast food fantasies that lead me astray, making my diet seem as fictional as a unicorn. Who wouldn’t want a delicious morsel of joy when such splendour exists?
Finding Hidden Gems
For me, discovering hidden gems around Buona Vista has been like stumbling upon a treasure trove of flavours. There’s something about my local food adventures that call to me, with the promise of tantalising tastes just waiting to be savoured. Nestled within Vista Exchange, I often find myself darting into EAT. B1-38, drawn by the aroma of local fare, seducing me with its unbeatable prices. That spicy laksa? It’s an orange wave of goodness that dances on my palate, and each slurp feels like a sheer act of rebellion against my diet. Who can resist falling face-first into a bowl of delightful carbs when the sun is shining down and the MRT station is only a few steps away? It’s that kind of magic that keeps me coming back, even when my scales are yelling at me from the corner of the room.
Local Food Stall Adventures
There’s nothing quite like the thrill of scouring the local food stalls; it feels like an adventure on its own. Just last week, I ventured to a little stall selling Ghim Moh Carrot Cake, and let me tell you, it was a ride! The vendor laughed at my indecision—“Do I want it fried or steamed?”—and I just stood there, as if pondering the meaning of life itself. In the end, I went with both. The result? A delicious explosion of flavours that had me swooning while simultaneously wishing I had elasticated pants on instead of a belt. Honestly, I could have spent the entire afternoon there, blissfully swapping diet plans for a stash of savoury delights.
Recommendations Gone Wrong
For all my food escapades, not every recommendation has hit the mark! I once decided to give a trendy café a go, touted as the ‘best spot’ for brunch. Imagine my horror when my “signature dish” turned out to be a plate of pretentiously arranged avocado toast – if you could even call it that! The avocados seemed to have skipped the whole ripening stage, leaving me chewing on what felt like green rubber bands while pondering my life choices. I could almost hear my dieting app sniggering in the background. Ah, the peril of trusting social media influencers!
Hidden behind the façade of trendy eateries are occasional culinary misadventures waiting to happen. I still find myself chuckling over that café visit; who knew a simple meal could lead to an existential crisis over toast? If anything, it taught me to read reviews more carefully—especially when my heart (and stomach) says, “Just one more bite!” So take my advice from the culinary trenches: always listen to your gut, but not too literally, or you might end up with a breakfast you won’t forget… for all the wrong reasons.
Experiencing Food Trends
To be honest, my culinary adventures haven’t always gone as planned, especially when it comes to food trends that sweep through Singapore like a whirlwind. One moment I’m proudly sipping my green smoothie packed with kale and flaxseed, and the next, I find myself engulfed in a sea of sweet and savoury temptations at The Star Vista. It’s as if a siren song of local hawker fare and chic eateries echoes through the halls, beckoning me to dive headfirst into a plate of Char Kway Teow or a generous serving of Ghim Moh Carrot Cake. I mean, can I really diet when those heavenly scents wrap around me like a warm hug? The struggle is so real every time I pass EAT at B1-38 and see the glorious array of traditional fare practically winking at me! Honestly, who can resist a meal that slaps ‘quick and fuss-free’ on its menu? Not this gal!
Avocado Toast Crisis
For some reason, the world went mad for avocado toast, and I’m here waving my white flag. There I was, attempting to hop onto the trendy bandwagon of creamy avocado slathered on artisanal gluten-free bread, thinking I’d make it my breakfast staple. But one fateful morning, whilst trying to assemble what I thought would be a trendy Instagram-worthy brunch, I watched as my avocado kept slipping and sliding off the bread like it was auditioning for a festival of failed breakfast attempts. A calamity, really! All those visions of ‘healthy living’ promptly spiralled down as I devoured a plate of Nasi Lemak instead, trying to convince myself that the fried chicken and coconut rice were still somewhat nutritious. Spoiler alert: they were definitely not what the avocado doctors ordered! It’s safe to say that my love affair with avocado toast ended in an official crisis.
Sriracha on Everything
Little did I know, the trend of pouring Sriracha on everything would lead to some rather interesting dinner parties; my kitchen looks like a hot sauce museum! I recall the moment I boldly decided to spice up a rather normal bowl of instant noodles with a drizzle of this fiery red concoction. What was I thinking? One drop too many resulted in a mouth-on-fire experience that had me scurrying for milk like a madman. Apparently, my taste buds had not signed up for an intense culinary adventure! From salads to popcorn, there seems to be this unstoppable urge to douse everything in Sriracha, creating the ‘hotter is better’ mantra. Well, I can assure you that my attempts to find the blissful balance of taste have landed me in a spice-induced crisis.
The crisis isn’t just limited to noodles; it seems like Sriracha has locked its fiery claws into every dish in Singapore. I can’t seem to order a plate of anything without witnessing someone slathering it on liberally, as if it’s the sauce of life! But hey, nothing gets your taste buds singing like a little chilli heat, right? Yet, as I wiped the sweat from my brow after my Sriracha escapade, I couldn’t help but laugh at my culinary misadventures. The food trends might lead my taste buds to unexpected places, but who doesn’t love a hearty laugh while regrettably munching down an entire plate of fried deliciousness? Now, if only I could figure out how to add avocado toast into the mix without creating yet another crisis!
Getting Lost in Flavours
Unlike any ordinary food experience, venturing to Buona Vista felt like stepping into a flavour wonderland. The moment I crossed the threshold into The Star Vista, I was met with the delightful aroma of tantalising dishes from all corners of the world. Whether it was the rich laksa that tickled my taste buds or the comforting embrace of a steaming bowl of pho at So Pho, I was swept away by the sheer variety on offer. Each bite felt like a mini adventure; it was as if the food had been crafted with a sprinkle of magic, making it impossible to resist going back for seconds—or even thirds. Honestly, I found myself questioning if I could create a map of The Star Vista just to chart my culinary escapades! It was an edible rollercoaster, and I was ready to scream for more flavourful joy.
Spice Level Embarrassment
Assuming I could handle the spice level, I dove headfirst into a bowl of 63 Laksa, a local favourite known for its robust flavour and a cheeky kick. Let’s just say, my bravado was short-lived. As the first mouthful slid down, I felt like I had just swallowed a fire-breathing dragon. What an embarrassing mix of sweat and tears it was! There I was, attempting to keep my cool while my tongue did a tap dance at a disco. You could practically hear my taste buds scream for mercy, yet amidst the cacophony, I still inhaled a few more bites, convinced that the flavours were worth the resulting facial contortions. Who needs dignity when you can have authentic laksa, right?
Food Coma Aftermath
Lost in the delicious haze, I foolishly thought I could take on just one last dish after the spicy escapade. Enter the deliciously decadent Ghim Moh Carrot Cake, a dish that dances on your palate with its creamy texture and savoury notes. But let me tell you, shortly after indulging, it became painfully obvious that I had crossed the line into food coma territory. I mean, I could practically feel my stomach declaring a war against my poor decision-making skills. Was I dreaming, or was the world spinning because I had just overdone it on carrot cake? Either way, the combination of flavours had left me in the daze of what I’d like to affectionately call a ‘food coma aftermath.’
The aftermath hit me harder than my spicy laksa experience. I found myself slouched on a bench outside The Star Vista, engaging in what I can only describe as a deep philosophical debate with my stomach. How could such flavourful bliss lead to such regrettable overindulgence? I had visions of my treadmill staring at me disapprovingly, but there was no way I could get off that bench without feeling like a character from a sitcom, slowly rolling my way home. I concluded this gastronomic journey with the realisation that life is all about balance—preferably the balance between enjoying good food and the mindful practice of not collapsing in a satisfied heap afterwards!
Conclusion
Now, as I reflect on my culinary adventures at Buona Vista, I can’t help but chuckle at the irony of my dieting resolutions. One minute I was determined to keep things light and healthy, and the next, I found myself savouring every last bite of a rich laksa from 63 Laksa, all while trying to convince myself that a side of carrot cake from Ghim Moh was a perfectly acceptable dessert decision. Let’s be honest; there’s something about the enticing aromas wafting from the street food stalls that just pulls you in, like a moth to a flame. My waistline may have regretted those decisions, but my taste buds? They were absolutely prompting me to take a victory lap! After all, life is too short to deny oneself the pleasure of good food.
And it doesn’t stop there! With places like So Pho serving up aromatic, halal-certified Vietnamese dishes, I realised that my attempts at portion control had gone out the window before I even stepped through the door. If I had a dollar for every time I said, “just one more spring roll,” I could have funded a personal trainer instead! The casual ambience and the delightful flavours make it nearly impossible to stick to a diet. So here’s my takeaway: the next time you find yourself at The Star Vista, simply surrender to the flavours, enjoy the food, and laugh at your dieting ambitions. Trust me, your taste buds will thank you, even if your jeans may not!
FAQ
Q: What was your experience like when you first tried the food at Buona Vista?
A: Ah, my first venture into Buona Vista was an epiphany! I still recall stepping into The Star Vista and being greeted by the mouth-watering aroma of local delicacies wafting through the air. I thought, “Just a light meal,” but ended up so smitten with the chicken rice at EAT. that I lost track of time and my diet! Turns out even my willpower couldn’t rival the temptation of a perfectly roasted chicken slathered in fragrant sauce. I almost considered moving in!
Q: What’s your go-to place when craving local traditional dishes?
A: When I have the craving for comfort food, it’s hard to resist Ghim Moh Carrot Cake. The way they whip those cakes up sends shivers down my spine—pure bliss! However, I must note, I left with a few extra pounds after ordering not one, but two servings. If they sold a ‘Regret Dieting’ T-shirt there, I’d be their first customer! It’s hard to resist saying, “Just one more bite”, every time.
Q: Have you ever regretted overindulging at one of the eateries?
A: Oh, absolutely! I innocently wandered into 63 Laksa one rainy afternoon and decided to try their signature dish. It was so delicious I lost all sense of moderation. Let’s just say my taste buds were doing the happy dance while my waistline was plotting revenge! The next day, my scale had a cheeky grin on it. Lesson learned: if the laksa looks like it could audition for MasterChef, maybe share it with a friend—unless they’re an enemy of your diet!
Q: Is there a dish you wish you hadn’t tried?
A: In retrospect, I should have known better than to order ‘everything’ at So Pho! I had visions of becoming a healthier version of myself while indulging in their delightful array of dishes, thinking it would be a balanced meal. Instead, I ended up with a rather unbalanced stomach and a twinge of regret afterwards as I groaned on the couch. Let’s just say my trousers might have needed a local tailor after that experience!
Q: Any tips for balancing enjoyment of food at Buona Vista with sticking to a diet?
A: The best tip I’ve discovered is to embrace the concept of ‘food exploration’ at Buona Vista. Try smaller portions or share dishes with friends to savour the flavours without sinking the battleship of my diet. Personally, I’ve adopted the ‘one bite for pleasure, two bites for regrets’ mantra—which I’m still refining! Just remember, when in doubt, smile at the dessert counter and repeat, “I’ll have this again tomorrow!”. Life is too short not to enjoy a cheeky slice of cake despite the scales!
