Old Hen

In a bid to finish up my loads of marking, I went to Old Hen and sat there for 4 hours and marked all the way. It was a fruitful trip but by the time I got home, I was all frozen from marking. Not sure how I should describe it, but marking for hours straight in addition to a day of lessons and oral examinations at another school can leave me feeling quite intoxicated in the most unhealthy sense.

But there are practical ways to overcome this problem. Old Hen is one of them. R recommended me to the place a few months back and I’ve been dreaming of it ever since. For someone who’s not a fan of milk, this place really got it right. The matcha milk is the perfect fuzzy cold drink for me.

This was the second time I had the soba, and they were out of salmon 😦 but I asked to change it to the ahi tuna and they did! And even charged me less as the ahi tuna salad was a cheaper dish.

So here’s my perfectly swopped out soba:



This year’s birthday began with brunch at Punch. We loved the decor at this (Japanese?) brunch place. The staff here recommended the espresso over tonic water and it was good even to me!

But as usual, no coffee for me so I got a fruit drink. They got my order wrong and I ended up with this refreshing pineapple slushie. It worked for me as it was such a cute little green thing.

We shared a Reuben,

And a weekender toast with eggs and smoked salmon. The ikura was the highlight, because anything with ikura is a sure umami case. And umami is undoubtedly the best taste there is.

We just love spending time in cafes and dreaming about our home together. I’m swayed by every pretty detail in the cafes that I’ve been to and I just want to incorporate every wooden and tile-y thing. So glad that Immanuel is the same so that makes two swaying people.