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| - Bland. Good service, and perfectly good fried tofu (the one thing that came with a sauce with a taste), but otherwise a miss. I'd wanted to try Singaporean food ever since reading Kevin Kwan's novel "Crazy Rich Asians." The descriptions made me so hungry! And I'm sure it *can* be that good, but this was just... edible, but without any real taste. The broccoli looked like it would be great, but somehow, despite seeing chili and garlic on it, the taste was just... mushy broccoli with a faint hint of garlic. It needed salt, or a sauce, or something. The fish special was just a bland piece of fish, with "tempura" mushrooms that tasted OK but that were incredibly mushy and didn't seem at all like tempura. There were also some sort of cooked onion pieces that were basically raw.
All told, it's a pleasant, if pricey, night out in Toronto's Williamsburg. But if you live here, you're better off going to a supermarket on Spadina or Dundas, looking up some recipes, and trying this cuisine yourself.
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