Showing posts with label Coffee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Coffee. Show all posts

Saturday, October 04, 2025

กาแฟในกรุงเทพฯ :: Coffee on This Trip

One To Two.

The hotel's coffee cannot make it. I don't even want to sip it in the mornings at breakfast. It's simply vile. The breakfast food spread is great, including the juices and infused water, but not the coffee. I'd save up my caffeine quota and walk out to get a decent cup.

There is the convenient One To Two Coffee Company that I stop by to and fro the hotel. An iced Americano sufficed. I could choose my beans. I opted for beans from Chiang Mai. These kiosks don't take credit cards. Use the Thai national QR payment system PromptPay. I have a Thai bank account, so that's not an issue. Tourists can use DBS Paylah or any e-wallet that allows cross-border payments via a QR code.

I was in Chaoroenkrung. So I rounded over to Talad Noi because I had to pop in to The Coffee Store. For this coffeeshop, simply order filter. You won't regret it. I was only really sad that I had no more capacity for more than 2 cups of coffee here. I love it that it's so tiny that I'm pumped up full of the scent of coffee beans, and it lingers on my clothes after I leave. 

The Coffee Store.

I can't deal with shitty coffee. I refuse to let caffeine at airport lounges and in-flight and at the hotels fuel me. I toddled off to find decent cups of caffeine. And I found many. I love coffeeshops that don't do food. Focus! They did all sorts of coffee, but I want only black, and as long as they do a good version, I'm good. 

My fav coffeeshop of the trip goes to Samadool. I returned thrice. Kekekekek. It's also the current go-to of the friends who live in Bangkok. It's rather convenient and fairly local in that sense. They don't serve food, and they don't do fancy dirty coffee and such, so people aren't gonna whoosh here to take photos. I love its indie vibes. Everyone is literally here for a good cup of coffee, and then they leave. They don't linger forever. 

There're so many good coffeeshops in Bangkok. They know their beans, they do a superb brew, and the shops generate enough sales to sustain their business. It's not something I see often in Singapore nowadays. It's very hard to run a coffee business that doesn't do food. 

Samadool.

Tuesday, March 11, 2025

A Delicious Brunch at Alani


The husband really likes his breakfasts and brunches. So during his birthday month of March, while we have our regular fav joints, I'm also trying to find him new bistros with a decent menu. A cafe menu doesn't quite cut it for us. We're not very fond of the typical 'cafe menu' or the hot brunch spots with the same-old same-old expensive $32 breakfast plates. I leave it to you to define what that plate holds.  

Took the husband to Mediterranean cafe Alani at KADA by Proud Potato Peeler. The rooftop cafe has my approval because it's half-sheltered and has bothered with putting up fans to ventilate and cool the non-air-conditioned tables. It has a few tables indoors, but why bother. Sit outside. It's nicer. Anyway my dog likes it. Heh. We didn't take the stairs. For fun, we took the old-school 1929 elevator up to the fourth floor. You gotta pull those two gates close on your own. For a brief moment, I wondered if this lift would get stuck at some point. It has been fully refurbished, but still. Eeeps.

We didn't go big on the food. Not that hungry at 11am. Had a giant cute bun of San Marzano tomato and burrata. The husband couldn't resist the paprika-soaked white beans with feta cheese, sliced fennel and lemon. We topped up this plate with chicken. Food was delicious! Alani hits all the spots for the husband and I, and the dog. Choya was really pleased this morning. 

Had to have coffee. I wasn't expecting much, but in the end, coffee was really decent at two shots. I added an extra shot; their iced coffee only holds one shot. How can. The coffee beans from 1/15 were nicely extracted and the double-shot iced coffee turned out nice.

Tuesday, November 19, 2024

The Work Year Is Winding Down


Work projects are petering off as we head into Thanksgiving and the year-end quiet. That's just for these few weeks. I have projects lined up in Q1 and Q2 2025, so while work is winding down, I also have meetings to do recaps, debriefs and set 'deliverables' for the next two quarters. 

Good gawwd. 'Deliverables' is such a fun word that I probably read it and heard it like 100 times that day. I could afford to roll my eyes double since many meetings were done via video-calls and I didn't turn on my screen. Ha.

I am thankful that work is steady and fairly paid. The nature of freelance work is unpredictable. I admit that I don't need that much to keep me in the black, but I truly enjoy the brainwork, the intellectual discourse and to keep the mental edge sharp.

At least many of these meetings are done while I sip a hot cup of well-brewed coffee. And the dog is at my feet. Then I don't have to worry about her going berserk at home from hearing thunder in this horrible week of afternoon rains. As usual, caffeine in the form of coffee always make me a nicer person to talk to. 

I have a few go-to coffeeshops to work out of. Great coffee, steady wifi and they don't grouse that I hang out that for 90 minutes. Yes, I could work at home, but I would rather step out sometimes since I need to take the dog for a walk anyway. Looking at the weather patterns, these rains come in the afternoons, so when we can get some morning sun, I'd rather do that for her. This means changing my schedule. So be it. It's part and parcel of choosing to be an involved pawrent.  

Friday, June 07, 2024

Koffee Mameya Kakeru


If I had more capacity in my bloodstream for caffeine, I'd so opt for the tasting menu at Koffee Mameya Kakeru. Sadly, I didn't. So a cup of Guatemala from Tokado Coffee it was. Maki-san made a beautiful brew for all of us.

The coffee stand at Omotesando has been around for ages and it's mad crowded. I wouldn't bother with it. I love it that this spacious venue is blissfully uncrowded. Away from town, not many people will make the trek here, and if they do, they would already have a reservation at Koffee Mameya. They don't take walk-ins.

Unlimited Coffee Roasters is a few streets down. Ahhhh... these few streets have got Seattle vibes. I didn't stop by. No more capacity for caffeine. Totally done for the day. I simply strolled along to soak up the sights and enjoyed the blue skies.

I like this little township of Kiyosumi-Shirakawa. I took a long stroll around the area. There're so many pilates and gyrotonic studios, izakaya, little cafes, wine bars. It's super residential and absolutely charming. Love it! I can come here daily too, if I bother to sign up for Pilates classes each time I'm in town. The man isn't a coffee aficionado, but he enjoys the stroll and hunts for coffee because it's just amazing to walk in this city. 

'Isn't it just coffee? Why make a trek out?' 

Nope. It isn't just coffee. I will make a trek out to anywhere just for a cup of coffee. I drink mine black. Preferably filter. A cold brew properly extracted would be equally awesome. I taste so many layers, flavors and notes. It's EVERYTHING. A cup of coffee is never just a coffee. 

Thanks for taking me to your local, J! No wonder you can come here every day.  

Monday, June 03, 2024

 喫茶ニト :: 雨、コーヒー、ジャズ


J took me to Kissa Nito /  喫茶ニト at Yanesen for a cup of old-school coffee. It's a quiet and very tiny kissaten playing soft jazz music. They open from 11am to 6pm, but not daily. Please check their socials for the week's opening days and hours. 

It's a quaint little street filled with shops selling essentials and crafts. Very residential, very charming. Ignis Coffee is a few doors down, but I'm not in the mood for that today. Kissa Nito is a lovely space for a rainy grey day.

It was hilarious because the moment I scanned the menu, I saw that they offer alcohol in the form of coffee shochu and coffee highballs. J was like, no, they do not serve alcohol. LOLOLOL I waited for her to get to that part of the menu. I can't help it if that part jumps out at me first. No I didn't get any alcohol. I wisely stuck to a comforting cup of hot black coffee.  

I surprised even myself by ordering a snack — five mini castella balls. Nothing caramel-ly or covered with sprinkles or things. I wasn't even hungry. I was quite stuffed, in fact. They arrived looking so adorable!!! They were literally bite-sized balls. Wheeeeee. You know what? They weren't exactly that sweet. They were fluffy and light! What a welcome change from the usual sugared balls.

Sipping my coffee, eating the castella balls, watching the drizzle outside the window and people going about their business at this late hour of the day, I was a bit lost in the contemplative scene. Luckily for me, I don't need to fill silence with J. She knew exactly what I was doing looking around — taking in all the sights and sounds I don't get at cafes in Singapore. It's not just about the quiet we can create in a coffeeshop in terms of decibels or with the right music. It's a sort of peaceful vibe that isn't easy to duplicate...... like I will walk out of here feeling refreshed. And I did.

Tuesday, May 14, 2024

Haebangchon at Yongsan-gu


Haebangchon
 on Yongsan-gu is one of Seoul's last 'moon' villages. The name translates into 'Liberation Village', and was originally a refugee camp for North Korean defectors and domestic migrants for Koreans from the south. 

From a migrant shanty town, it has completely gentrified to become a well, hipster town. The Seoul Metropolitan Government plonked in billions into the village as part of the urban regeneration plan. Still, it's got a lot more cool vibes than anything constructed in Singapore. It simply sprouted organically. The buildings are over 30 years old, and while it's charming, the plumbing and toilets are a nightmare for landlords and tenants. Much of the funds are used to revive and redo sanitation, electricity, heating, water supply, and such.

Shin Heung Art Market is totally taken over by cafes and little retail shops appealing to the young and the tourists. I dunno why, but there're a few Thai restaurants in this area. There're restaurants and ceramic studios that have sprouted around it. I love the Woori Book that's run by a Boss Shibe. LOL

We were up on the hill for that splendid lunch at 소울SOUL, and ended the walk at the bottom of hill with good coffee at Gombal Coffee Roasters. What an absolutely delightful day! Absolutely soul-nourishing. Much needed.

Thursday, January 25, 2024

Seizing A Sunny Morning


I was really lazy and didn't feel like going out. But Smol Girl hadn't pooped and I had to give her the option to do so today. It was sunny and oddly cool enough. I shouldn't waste the morning by staying at home. This monsoon, who knew when the rains would return? Figured I'd go to Moonchild for a coffee and brunch. But first, we would stop by the playground at Somme Road. 

Smol Girl didn't need to be convinced to poop. She peed loads, then she did a massive poop minutes upon reaching Somme Road, then a second one later — twice within 15 minutes. If you really want to know, it's a five-inch solid chocolate log, then it was a 3.5-inch softer lump with some drippy bits at the end. LOL She totally cleared her pipes. This dog has every chance to poop daily, but she likes to hold her poop. Zzzzz 

Smol Girl was allowed to pick her own table. Hahaha. Well, the cafe is blissfully quieter on week days. No queues and plenty of empty tables outdoors. She wasn't keen to say hi to the other two dogs who were there. Not till when we were leaving, then she deigned to check them out. She happily snoozed at my feet. I stuffed in tater tots and scrambled eggs. Those should hold till dinner. Heh. Coffee was good. Loved it. Opted for a Fuyan from Yunnan (富岩、云南省). Mmmmm.

Choya had breakfast before we went out. That was followed by lunch when we came back. And right after, the rain started in earnest. Wheeeeee. Happiness is when the Smol Girl is all peed, pooped and fed. My schedule is truly ruled by her toileting needs.

The morning out was totally worth it. 

Saturday, October 14, 2023

滷肉飯 at Kizuna!


Potong Pasir isn't our neighborhood, but we love the coffee at Kizuna. A cold brew black is perfect for me. The man really loves the triple-shot iced white. There're enough green patches in the area for Choya to toilet, so we try to make it there on the weekends. 

The cafe has daily lunch bowls. But weekends are the times when the kitchen trots out something special for lunch too. You just need to reserve them in advance. They sell out fast. Often, they don't repeat the weekend lunch bowls. You'd just have to catch them as and when. The other Saturday was asam laksa (that iteration was really laksa Kedah), and today was lu rou fan / 滷肉飯 (Taiwanese braised pork belly rice).

I like lu rou (滷肉) much better than hong shao rou (紅燒肉, Shanghai-style braised pork belly) because the latter is sweet. Lu rou is a lot more savory. I tend to like versions that aren't heavy on the star anise or five spice powder, low on Sichuan peppercorns and up the game with dried tangerine peel.

We had coffee first, and then started on lunch. The man enjoyed lunch so much that he had to order a slice of sourcream cheesecake right there and then to round up the meal. Oh my! This was totally homecooked goodness. 似有家的味道. Sam cooked it. It's his specialty. That braising liquid was everything, and it was delicious. Sam added the usual sides — pickles, spring onions, and a poached egg that went well with the steamed white rice. I love Sam's version of lu rou fan.

Tuesday, August 15, 2023

Black Coffee / Filter Coffee


I don't take milk with coffee at home, so a well-brewed cup of piccolo or cortado at the coffeeshops is extremely enjoyable. These used to be my go-to choices of coffee. 

Then I had to switch out to oat milk because, IBS. Caffeine itself doesn't trigger it (although it should), but the mixture of caffeine and milk, OMG. I'm not lactose-intolerant because when I drink a whole glass of milk or have it with granola, the digestive system remains calm. 

From July onwards, I now do black coffee whilst out and about, even at friends' homes. Nespresso works, filter coffee works, and even instant packs of kopi-o-siu-dai also will do. It's rather convenient to get a cup of black coffee without putting out anyone.

My stomach is much happier with plain black coffee. Whewwww. I'm not fond of Americano or a long black. The ratios are always off, and the beans used aren't ideal. If it's not too acidic, it's bland af. My tastebuds and stomach are happier with filter coffee. A cup of filter coffee costs more, but I appreciate all its notes, and they do taste better, of course. 

Thursday, June 01, 2023

Black Sugar Coffee


I didn't bother to hunt down the centrally located Koffee Mameya at K11 or Blue Bottle Coffee at Central/Wan Chai. My coffeeshop of this trip is Black Sugar. On this side of the island, their Mody Road and Ho Man Tin outlets suit my daily routes fine.

The girls simply humored me for the first visit. They aren't such coffee fiends — I am. I'd honestly take a stroll here for the coffee than to subject myself to rubbish brews at the hotel's breakfast cafe. 

I've been sleeping very well here. The sleep is deep for six to seven hours, and I wake naturally before my alarm goes off at 7.30am. I don't actually need caffeine to get through the day. Most days, I only want one cup of coffee. Black Sugar's outlets are convenient to me, and their dependable beans and consistent pulls are great. There's nothing to complain about my oat white 5oz double shot. Gorgeous. It's my standard order at most cafes across many cities.

We went away with a few boxes of drip coffee bags. Those are great if we aren't sure that our recipients has a grinder at home or use beans for their coffee machines. I wouldn't have minded a Shiba print tote bag, but they were sold out of them. Oof. Note, it's not a Shiba-themed cafe. They just happened to use the Shiba-ken as a mascot because their three Boss-Pups are floofy shibes. Heh. 

Thursday, March 09, 2023

Ultra Processed Plant Based 'Milk' Like Soy, Oat and Almond

I blinked when I realized that many coffeeshops charge $7 for a piccolo latte with oat milk. The 3-4oz (~85ml, and usually <100ml) glass holds one part espresso and two parts steamed milk. I'm also horrified when I realized that some cafes serve piccolo latte with ½ a shot of caffeine instead of a single espresso shot. I'm not sure if the cashier is confused or I'm confused.  

Whatever it is, I'm sticking to a 5oz double-shot white. Damn this lousy chain coffeeshops. I think I'm going to skip oat milk altogether. Unless that coffeeshop does it so well, like at Kizuna or Nylon.  

I'm definitely not lactose-intolerant. I can chug a glass of full-cream milk with no issues, or have it with granola. Coffee, taken on its own, black, doesn't give me the runs either. My problem with milk is when it meets coffee. I need a clean toilet within 20 minutes. I don't know if the milk speeds up the colonic activity because of the coffee's chlorogenic acid, or it's just IBS at an older age that makes the digestive system more sensitive. Oat milk seems to resolve the issue though. 

Wait. What is milk? BUT, IS OAT MILK STILL MILK

Last month, American Food & Drug Administration (FDA) set out draft labeling recommendations for plant-based milk alternatives (PBMA) to inform consumers of voluntary nutrient statements., and are accepting comments on the draft guidance before it becomes final.

To support consistency across federal nutrition policies, the draft guidance recommends that industry use the USDA’s Food and Nutrition Service fluid milk substitutes nutrient criteria to determine if a PBMA is nutritionally similar to milk. Also, the FDA encourages consumers to use the Nutrition Facts label to compare the nutrient content of different products to help make informed choices.

Oat and soy milk are clearly not from cows. Dohhh. Is peanut butter, butter? Are lab-grown meats, meat? The FDA had suggested that soy, oat and almond 'milk' could still be labeled as milk. These types of milk don't pretend to be extracted from animals. I thought that would be quite obvious. Consumers aren't going to mistake these milk as 'dairy' certainly?! 

But yes, it would be nice to have the labels print it nicely for consumers to read. I would like to know what else has been added into the carton/bottle that has been labeled 'milk'. I'm not sure a nutritional label would be that informative though. We all know that that's a marketing gimmick. 

Yasmin Tayag wrote a whole essay on how 'Milk Has Lost All Meaning', published in The Atlantic on March 8, 2023. She puts forth how technology is pushing the boundaries of how foods should be named, or defined. 

But a few weeks ago, the FDA signaled an end to the debate by proposing long-awaited naming recommendations: Plant-based milk, the agency said, could be called “milk” if its plant origin was clearly identified (for example, “pistachio milk”). In addition, labels could clearly state how the product differs nutritionally from regular milk. A package labeled “rice milk” would be acceptable, but it should note when the product has less calcium or vitamin D than milk.

Rather than prompt a détente, these recommendations are sucking milk into an existential crisis. Differentiating plant-based milk and milk requires defining what milk actually is, but doing so is at odds with the acknowledgment that plant-based milk is milk. It is impossible to compare plant-based and cow’s milk if there isn’t a standard nutrient content for cow’s milk, which comes in a range of formulations. This awkward moment is the culmination of a decades-long shift in the way the FDA—and consumers—has come to think about and define food in general. At this point, it’s unclear what milk is anymore.

Now, back to oat milk. Oat milk isn't all that healthy. It is highly processed. Ultra processed even. The same goes for almond milk. Try not to drink it by the glass on a daily basis. These are ultra processed plant based milk alternatives meet NOVA criteria for ultra-processed foods, because they were created from food components and contained multiple substances not used in normal cooking. 

I'm sure that we're aware of all these nutritional information. We make a conscious choice when we choose oat or soy or almond milk, and not because it's got "less fat". I almost died that day at a coffeeshop when I heard a young woman (ahead of me in the queue) ask for almond milk because "it's less fatty than cow milk."

I cringe when I heard people proclaim that drinking 300ml glass of almond or oat milk daily helps with their digestion. It's not going to help with mine lor. It isn't healthier to replace dairy and milk with plant-based milk alternatives. But I guess it works for coffee especially when I don't have oat milk with coffee daily. I don't stock any oat milk at home. I have it in coffee maybe once a week. Although that day I drank a full 200ml because the bowl of granola came with a too-generous amount of oat milk, and after considering my intake of oat milk for the milk, I decided to chug it down. Duhhh.

From The Atlantic's 'Milk Has Lost All Meaning'.

Friday, July 22, 2022

Roast Duck & A Coffee


那天約了 J 吃飯,她說想吃燒鴨、咱們就到店小二」去吃它們的十全葯材烤鴨。配上糙米飯、一盤清炒小芥蘭和一碗湯便是豐富的一餐了。J 要了碗黑豆湯。我本來沒想喝湯,但得知廚房有熬豬肚湯,當然也叫了碗。最喜歡豬肚湯!

兩人把半隻烤鴨吃得七七八八。剩餘的肉帶骨頭也就罷了。湯都喝完、小芥蘭炒得脆脆甜甜的,也沒留一根葉子。兩人吃得飽飽的。對我的肚子來說,這午餐也可以當是晚餐。幸好晚上沒有約會,要不午飯是吃不了多少的。

除了工作夥伴,也就只有與 J 在短信和面對面時順暢用雙語對話。普通話裡的點滴她都懂。我從電視劇學回來的形容詞和日常用詞她都熟悉。我們也很自然的隨場合換口音。至少和 J 淡話,我沒有必要用本地口音縮短句子,可以用回我自己慣用的口音。J 的日語日文也不錯、偶爾會說上幾句。呵呵。用三種語文和朋友交談,一點兒也不炫耀、很舒服。都是亞洲語言呀。可惜我們腦細胞有限,只懂得一些、能掌握的,也只有三四種吧。

我這午餐,還配有咖啡呢!當然不是餐館的那種難喝的咖啡。凌晨下雷陣雨,J 知道我昨晚一定睡不好,特意從家中泡了杯過滤式咖啡給我。哇!太有心啦!真的感動。謝謝噢。J 喝咖啡很有心得,很講究。這杯咖啡,來得正是時候、喝得悅心。還得麻煩 J 給我洗杯呢。

Friday, July 08, 2022

A Stroll & A Coffee with Choya


The dog still has to be walked, so I take her out for short pee breaks, and longer morning and evening walks. She's still got her pack walks scheduled, and those relieve me of a lot of uhhh... extra walking. I'm still testing negative and feeling fine, but I have decided to avoid the gym and eating in air-conditioned places, and I really shouldn't be meeting people without a mask either.  

The man is feeling much better. However, he shouldn't be gallivanting about town with double lines showing strongly on the ART. What the man can do, is to stay in a bubble. He would mask up, leave the mask on, get into the car and drive us to where we want to go. Then he'll pick us up after that. 

Took the dog to walk at Duxton Plain Park today. She was very happy strolling around. After the night rains, the morning was cool. She sniffed around loads, didn't bother the 20 chickens roaming around the area, found a corner and promptly plonked herself down to chill out. She didn't want to walk anymore. She just wanted to sit down and watch the world go by. Okay can. I sat down with her for a bit. After all, I had cleared my morning — there wasn't any calls to take or papers to clear. Not till next week.

Then it was a toss up of whether to stroll to Nylon Coffee or cross over to Keong Saik Road. I didn't need to top up granola; I wasn't going to eat anything anyway. But I wouldn't mind a drink. A coffee. I avoided coffee for almost a week because I didn't want caffeine to interfere with my sleep or over-stimulate my sleep-deprived body. One coffee this early in the morning would be nice.

Crossed the road via the underpass to Keong Saik Road, and stopped at Keong Saik Bakery for a coffee. The bakery's bakes aren't quite to my liking. It's too fusion! LOL But I don't mind its black coffee, a.k.a kopi-o-siu-dai. They do coffee like the local coffeeshops, but without the condensed milk. 

The bakery's three outdoor tables sit smack in the blazing sunshine from 8.45am to 1pm. There're literally two seats at the pillars that are somewhat out of the sun. But on cloudy days like this, it was rather lovely to sit down and chill out. With my hat firmly perched on still. There were no one else sitting outdoors, so I picked the seat I wanted. Choya sat for a bit away from me. Whenever she does that, I have to make sure that she isn't blocking the aisle and I always use a leg to place it near her to warn people not to step on her tail or her paws and snoot. Thankfully, after a while, once she's done observing her surroundings, she would change a spot and scurry under the table. There she will remain for the rest of the meal/coffee. Perfect.

Saturday, January 22, 2022

A Saturday Morning


We stop by Botanics fairly often, either at the Main Gate / Symphony Stage area, or at the smaller but equally lovely Cluny Gate patch. Choya loves the greens and all its smells. She could pee to her heart's content at all the bushes; it's very easy to get her to poop here too. (She's fussy about poop spots.) 

Botanics at Cluny Gate is a super convenient stop for us when the dog needs to go for a grooming session at Crown Center as well. It's a 10-minute stroll from the gardens to the salon. Choya had a grooming session today. So we went to the Botanics earlier for her to have some fun. We had time to sit down and chill out, and she happily inspected all the bases of the lamp posts, and peed on all of them. 🤦🏻‍♀️  

Each time I drop off the dog for grooming at Crown Center, I'll lurk around the area to wait for her. Week days are not an issue since there aren't many people. But on weekends, it's full of big groups of humans. To be honest, numbers are slightly manageable now since dining groups are restricted to five persons still. Every cafe would be crazy crowded and I'd be hard-pressed to find a table. But I'm usually alone, so it isn't difficult to shimmy in. 

Today, I swung into Micro bakery & kitchen. I've avoided this cafe in the second half of 2021 because of the crazy crowds, long waiting times for coffee and food, and sullen service crew. I've stopped by to get breads and pastries to-go for the friends. I'm not that fond of sourdough, tbh. So I don't care about bakeries that way. I'm still a shokupan girl. 

Today, the bakery was not as crowded; there wasn't a line of people waiting for tables. The man and I had a spacious table with shade. It was a cloudy day. Still humid and hot, but it wasn't unpleasant to sit al fresco. I'm so used to sitting outdoors now. I was pleased to see a short queue at the counter, and a shorter wait for coffee and food to arrive at the table.

I wasn't that hungry to have a savory breakfast plate. The man took a grilled cheese sandwich. Uncharacteristically, I ordered a slice of chocolate zucchini cake. It was a decent iteration; it was still a tad sweet, but I'll live with it. I'm fond of chocolate or orange chiffon anything with olive, basil and vegetables. Oof. That went nicely with my cup of piccolo latte. We both separately caught up on our reading. Within 45 minutes, Choya was ready to be picked up. 

Wednesday, January 06, 2021

Alone with My Thoughts

That rainy afternoon, I felt like a kopi-o-siu-dai at the food center. At 3pm, it wasn't crowded at all. The weather made these two months out of the whole year one of the most comfortable periods to chill out at hawker centers and neighborhood kopitiams. Otherwise, the heat and humidity can be unbearable. Found a corner table by the side with nobody near enough to annoy me. There weren't anyone doing loud conversations either. Perfect.

Coffeeshops come in all forms. Coffee comes in all forms. I don't always need fancy or a pour-over or a piccolo latte. I also don't need them sited in a mall. It's hard to find a small cafe that one could describe as 'minimalistic'. It could be a local Nanyang style kopi-o-something at Toastbox or at a kopitiam or hawker center. 

The heavy rain had lightened to a drizzle. I sipped my coffee and simply spaced out. I had many thoughts floating through my mind, and surfing through those kept me occupied. I didn't even bother with reading anything or catching up on any emails on the phone. My work projects begin next week. For now, I'm content hearing the buzz of a city beginning a new year, and trying to normalize in a pandemic. 

I quietly mourn for the passing of those gone too soon. I rarely feel pervasive grief because, well, my nature. I'm very honest about that. Debilitating grief that shuts me down for weeks or months is reserved for the very very very near, and the very very very dear. That sort of grief would be why I cocoon and ignore most people until I emerge months later. I have done it twice, and I know that there will be a few more times. Many have gone home to the Lord and Shamayim in 2020, but I don't mourn for all because there wasn’t an emotional bond built. Superficial memories don't count. I now mourn for two special souls.

I mourned for J, who is my age, and had fought a good long battle with an aggressive and insidious cancer and passed on Christmas Day, 2020 in Tijuana. I'm glad he lived life on his terms. He made delightful solid music, he married the most wonderful girl and had a lovely 8-month-old baby girl, he made a film, he loved God and he loved life. I mourn for the man's much-loved grandaunt Aunty E, who passed on 4 January, 2021. She was infected with COVID-19, cleared the infections but was greatly weakened. She's had a full life and led it richly, and passed peacefully in her London home at a grand age of 97. 

The dead are never really gone in the hearts of those who love them. We remember. I definitely don't put on a display of emotions because this isn't how I manage grief, death, pain and loss. Funerals and drama are for the living, not the dead. No mass hysteria and no shared grieving, thanks. I prefer to lick any wounds in private. Solitude and peace are the best company. I keep the dead in my thoughts all the time, year after year. They pop up in little ways every day — in the way I make coffee, in the way I butter my bread or dip veggie sticks in hummus, in a little voice laughing at my ugly scrambled eggs, or how I eat strawberries, how I hold the door for someone coming in after, the choice of a drink at meals, et cetera. If there is grief, I cry. Usually a little smile or a grin comes up and I slow down for a few seconds to remember the vignettes of the past.  

Thursday, November 12, 2020

Hua Bee Restaurant :: 華美餐室魚丸麵


I have never eaten at Hua Bee Restaurant (華美餐室) or tried its famous mee pok noodles. I know. Hahaha. It has been here for over 70 years, and it was also the film site for Eric Khoo's 'Mee Pok Man' (1995). 

The last time we came, the man sat down for a bowl of noodles, and he described it as 'an okay bowl of bak chor mee'. I only had a coffee. It was too early for my stomach to eat anything. This round, I was up since 5am, and by 9.45am, I was happy to have a small bowl of noodles.

The man is a Hill Street Tai Hwa bak chor mee person. I'm not. I'm not terribly fond of bak chor mee. Sometimes, it really stinks; I can't stand the vinegar in there either. I prefer fishball noodles and am fine with bits of minced pork. I was pleased when our food arrived. Hua Bee's old school fishball kwayteow (魚丸肉碎粿條) hit a spot. I always prefer kway teow over mee kia or mee pok. As far as yellow noodles are concerned, I bloody hate mee pok. I'm sorry, mee pok. It's not you, it's me. I just don't like my noodles curly.

I was super surprised by the soup. I haven't had this kind of soup done so light and not salty, not for a long time! The soup had so little MSG, if none additional. The MSG present would have already come from the fishballs and the slices of fishcake. The minced pork was a small chunk, so that was nice. I no like pork meatballs done this way so I gave them all to the man. Some might pan this version of fishball noodles as bland. Imho, it was pretty all right. Nothing robust, nothing offending, and nothing horrible. It was decent for brunch. Oh, skip the chilli. I would go as far as to say that the chilli sucked. I wouldn't even call it chilli. It had no heat, and was simply full of oil and I don't even know where the red came from. It tasted vaguely like some diluted 辣醬 that I heartily dislike.

Actually, what I really want to talk about is here is the kopi at this shop. The drinks stall is separate from the noodle stall. They also serve up eggs and kaya toast. The kopi that it produces, is definitely by far one of the best I've had in the kopitiams around the island. And this is super accessible to me if I want a cup of strong and thick Nanyang-style brew. The kopi-o-siu-dai is fabulous. The blend of coffee powder they use is good, and whoever brewed it, knows what she's doing. The small cup packs a solid punch. One cup of coffee in the morning is enough to power me through the day. Mmmmm.

Hua Bee Restaurant (華美餐室)

78 Moh Guan Terrace #01-19 Singapore 162078  

Hours: 7.30am to 2pm; closed on Sundays and Mondays

Saturday, October 17, 2020

A Coffee Date


Since I've been lurking around Serangoon for a few appointments and to run a number of errands, I took the chance to have a few casual lunches with J at NEX where there're plenty of boring but dependable food choices. Easy Chinese food meant we have a choice of eating at The Ship, Dian Xiao Er, Canton Paradise, Putien and some other I-forgot-the-names restaurants. NEX is ridiculously crowded though, so we gotta make reservations a day or two prior. The restaurants are packed out at lunch on week days too. 

We usually gotta rush off after lunch, so there isn't time to sit down for a coffee. And, there aren’t good coffee options at the mall anyway. I'd rather not drink those. The usual places for a kopi-o-siu-dai are always packed out. Drinking a coffee while walking now isn't quite do-able. Getting a coffee to-go doesn't make sense either. It simply means that I'll get a cup of coffee only when I get home. 

That day at Canton Paradise, J plonked down a flask on the table. I was like... WOW. SUSTENANCE! She had made coffee at home earlier and brought it out in a flask for me. Wheeeeee. It was still hot, so I couldn't gulp it, but I could certainly do quick sips. OMG. I drank it all while waiting for the food to arrive. (And the food didn't take that long to get to the table.) Certainly gives new meaning to 'coffee date'. Heh. 🤩

I was up early that day running around. And didn't have time to drink any coffee at all. So it was just gorgeous to have a cup of coffee when I most needed it. And beans from Koffee Mameya too. Mmmm. That’s a little bit of travel memento during this year of non-traveling. Ahhh, that beautiful scent of a favored roast and terroir. Some say it's the best drip coffee in Serangoon. I think so too. Muahahaha. 🤎

Saturday, August 01, 2020

Getting A Coffee


Meeting various people for coffee used to be such a common daily occurrence. When I actually like having a conversation with these humans (clients or acquaintances) and are happy to head out of the office conference room, but don't want to sit down for an extended meal with them, getting a coffee somewhere is a great compromise. 

Now I avoid it. Work doesn't require me to meet potential clients over coffee anymore. Pre-COVID-19, video calls are the norm. Now, it’s fairly standard. Also, I don't need worry about getting more projects till next year. I'm immensely grateful that I have paying projects secured for this year till next July. Having a cup of coffee in a cafe now is a once-a-week or at most twice-a-week affair with the friends I see regularly.

Popped into Gather for a late afternoon coffee. J texted to say that she was late but she was in a cab. I LOVE FRIENDS LIKE THIS. All the people I call 'friends' are the type who wouldn't make me wait for anything more than 30 minutes without telling me why. They're efficient and sane. Not an ounce of inflated sense of privilege or self-entitlement in them. (I'm very stingy with my definition of 'friends'. Knowing someone for x number of years don't make them one.) In return, they get absolute friend privileges from me happily waiting for them. Hahaha. I wouldn't exactly be waiting. I would be reading, or clearing emails, or having a drink first. 

Today, Gather’s coffee machine was down. They were tinkering with it and there was hope that it would be back in operation in 30 minutes. Perfect. Coffee later then. J should arrive by then. It would sad if she couldn't get a coffee because she also hadn't sat down at a cafe for ages! I was hungry, so I ate first. Uncharacteristically, I ordered a sweet crêpe of fig and camembert, with fig jam and honey. Hahahah. The fruits that topped the crêpe were sour-ish; with each bite, they managed to help balance out the sugar.

Monday, July 27, 2020

How Will Nespresso Continue to Evolve?


Saved this for a read over afternoon coffee that's not from Nespresso. It's an 'Ethiopia Refisa' from Nylon Coffee. Ed Cummings wrote about Nestlé's money-making brand Nespresso, its inventors, people who improved upon the original 1986 design and how it took off after 1990, and pondered if it is done and dusted. Titled 'How Nespresso's coffee revolution got ground down', the article was published in The Guardian on 14 July 2020.

Nespresso's marketing has been top class when it comes to ads and coffee pods. I can't stop giggling each time I see George Clooney advertising for Nespresso. The brand's ultra-practical machines are small and space-saving, and most importantly, easy to clean. Even in Seattle (home to Starbucks) and anywhere in WA, I'd rather see a Nespresso in the hotel room than a Starbucks coffee maker. Hahaha. But the US remains indifferent to Nespresso. Starbucks reigns.

Thirty years after its first successes, Nespresso has scale, experience and buying power that no other premium coffee company can match. But increasingly it finds itself threatened from below by its rivals’ cheaper capsules, and from above by fussier coffee enthusiasts. The more scrutiny Nespresso has attracted, the tighter it has drawn the curtains. It no longer releases figures about its sales or revenues, with its results buried in the overall Nestlé reports. James Hoffman, the author of the World Atlas of Coffee, describes Nespresso as “a black box of a company”.

Nespresso also faces mounting criticism over the environmental impact of its pods. (It does not release any figures for how many of its aluminium capsules end up dumped in landfill, rather than recycled.) Talk to people in the industry, and you get the sense that Nespresso’s golden age has passed. “In the major markets, Nespresso’s getting close to saturation point, and there’s lots of competition,” says Jean-Paul Gaillard, Nespresso’s former CEO. “The good years are over.”

My childhood and teenage years saw three coffee-makers sitting side-by-side at the grandparents' home — a standard Krups, a traditional local style coffee sock over a tall pot, and a Nespresso. While I will make the effort to grind beans and do a French press pot of coffee, I'm not a coffee snob. I have a Nespresso machine at home too. It's a super convenient machine.

After testing out third-party-compatible coffee pods and powder and realizing the packaging isn't great, and the coffee isn't better, I've given up and returned to Nespresso's fold of exciting coffee pods. For some reason, Nespresso's coffee pods taste better than its sister brands under Nestlé or anything instant by Nescafé. But yes, the guilt is seeping in over the used aluminum pods, even as I dutifully return them to the store's recycling program. 

2013 saw a better time for Nespresso, for it to get over its expired patent rights over coffee capsules, as well as taking a hard look at its ethical policies and the use of child labor in the coffee plantations it has licensed to produce its coffee. It is now producing responsibly-farmed coffee. A new CEO for Nestlé Nespresso S.A, Guillaume Le Cunff came on board in January 2020. He was previously President of Nespresso USA, and is outspoken about his agenda on company's sustainability. As it is with each CEO, a new legacy will be built. How will this current CEO lead Nespresso to stay abreast of its competitors?

Like other high-street businesses, Nespresso has been buffeted by months of coronavirus closure. In its late-00s incarnation, when most of its pods were sold by mailorder or on the internet, Nespresso would have been less affected by coronavirus. (“When I was there we had the highest percentage [profit] margin in Nestlé,” Gaillard told me. “But Nespresso did a ‘reverse-Amazon’. They had an Amazon and turned into a bricks and mortar business.”)  Nearly half a century after it was conceived, Nespresso finds itself in an uncomfortable new world. Consumers who might have once craved its polished, urbane chic now look for dirty-fingered artisanal blends to use with their pour-overs and Aeropress machines. A Nespresso machine on the kitchen counter used to prove your membership of a convenience-loving global consumer coffee elite. Increasingly it suggests that you are not a serious coffee person, and that your attitude to the future of the planet is suspiciously relaxed.

Thursday, May 21, 2020

Pills & Coffee Beans

I was absolutely tickled to receive pills in the mail — a strip of over-the-counter simethicone (anti-gas). D was horrified to learnt that I had no antacids or anti-gas meds at home, considering that I do get indigestion rather often. Well, now I have simethicone! It will alleviate the bloat in two doses for the next round. My biggest problem with it- it's a chewable tablet. Yucks. 😱

D also sent me two packs of coffee beans from Cowpresso Coffee Roasters. I've never had any beans or coffee from them. I'm tickled by their Nanyang Kopi Roast, a blend of dark roast that's described as "strong and intense". I haven't had a kopi-O-siu-dai from Toastbox for weeks. Perhaps I shall order it and see if this version is good. Heh.

I've long finished my last packet of beans roasted by Onibus, courtesy of J. I could order more but I don't know how long it would take for the parcel to get from Tokyo to Singapore. I have one small pack of beans from Nylon left. So these two 250-gram packs are very welcomed and are absolutely manageable — a Rich Stout Blend roasted medium dark, and an Ethiopian Yirgacheffe roasted medium. My go-to is the Ethiopian Yirgacheff. So I saved that pack for another week. A 250-gram pack should last me for two weeks, give or take. I do alternate with store-bought coffee and the Nespresso capsules. 

Opened up the Rich Stout Blend first since I was super curious about it. As beans do, the smell is divine. Put it through a slightly finer grind although I use a French Press. I wanted a thicker brew with shorter steeper time and lower temperature without over-extracting the beans. It was indeed nutty and buttery! We were out for a long morning walk with the dog. Once we were home and showered, it was time for coffee. What a lovely brew to slowly sip and savor.