Beans that love animals so much, they get a certificate for it.
Not all of them have a happy ending, as we discover at this new bar.
A bearish opening at a new exchange.
A terrace bathed in moonlight and surefire date-night dessert: this Felix is kinda felicis.
Or not tobey?
Even if they did give us a name, we probably missed it over the pane-shattering music.
The corner of a (kind of) foreign field is transformed into a memory of Kashmir.
A new Asian-style bar makes us wonder if shophouses were the food courts of the past.
A new Goan food delivery service packs in the chorizo and lets in the sunshine.
Come upstairs for cake and a man named Kitty.
Where did the home bakers who once made our birthday cakes go?
This is the restaurant equivalent of a white-cube gallery. Art for art(ichoke)’s sake?