She poured me a glass, and I can’t tell you how relieved I was to be finally sitting down. I took a taxi from the other restaurant to this one, and was dropped 10 minutes away down the street, which I sprinted in my heels. I think that’s one of my talents. I should put it on my CV.
This was the delicious white that Georgie had picked out.
Whilst waiting for me, she was sipping on the Passion Fruit Millionaire, which she said was amazing. It was Rittenhouse 100 rye whiskey, passion fruit, grenadine and lemon. In fact, browsing through the cocktail list, everything looked amazing. I was happy to stick with white though – I had to get up early to the gym the next day so I couldn’t be stumbling home!
The whole restaurant was fantastic. It had a buzzing, thriving ambience full of young professionals. It was loud and busy – everyone seemed to be catching up, which was just what we were doing.
We oohed and aahed over what to order for a while.
Finally, we settled on a few winners. We ordered salt and pepper squid to start us off.
You can’t go too far wrong with squid.
We also ordered Georgie’s Hakkasan favourite – Crispy Duck Salad with pomelo, pine nut and shallot. It was beautifully presented, which was nice too see before the waiter kindly mixed it up and served it to us.
The crispy duck was very, very good. Georgie was right – it’s a definite must-order if you come.
For our main, we ordered the Roast Chicken in Satay Sauce and a side of Bok Choy – my favourite Chinese veg.
The chicken was very dry. The sauce was alright, although not peanuty enough for a satay sauce, which I guess is good if you don’t like peanuts. Unfortunately, I love peanuts. The bok choy was not bad, but not as good as Singapore. On one hand it’s unfair to compare it to it’s homeland, but on another, I’d prefer my box of boy choy for a couple of dollars compared to the expensive dish.
We obviously still finished everything, but were a little let down. However, as we finished, we saw the most amazing dessert being brought to the table next to us. Georgie grabbed the waiter and told him that we wanted one too. With two spoons. She’s a girl after my own heart.
It was the Jivara Bomb with milk chocolate, hazelnut praline and rice krispies. It was enough to melt our stone-cold hearts.
And if it wasn’t, the hot chocolate sauce definitely was.
It was a struggle breaking the ice-cream in half, so we had to really get into it.
… Which was not at all a problem for me. I knew doing weights at the gym would pay off somehow.
We wiped our hands with our wet towels given to us, staring at our empty plate half-satisified, half-sad that it was all gone.
Although some of the food might be a little overrated, I would definitely come back with a group of friends for a flurry of cocktails. And a Jivara Bomb.