gorgeous space, beautiful-looking food – but a complete disappointment in the tasting.
the fabulous baker boy ain’t so fabulous, really.
I’m in a slight dilemma about this post, actually – it was disappointing in the most, but too mediocre to
wreck rack my brains for any semblance of a rant.
let’s start with the good – the little compound it’s housed in makes for a beautifully relaxing hangout: an open porch, the allure of a historic-type building standing lone in a patch of green overlooking the colorful buildings of clarke quay.
pity really that it doesn’t make for great eating – and also a warning to all to take any hyping with a huge pinch of salt (and some medication for heartburn). this place was the blogosphere’s gloryboy for a long time, and we visited at the tail end of its run in the spotlight – and it was such a meh fumble of a meal.
it’s picturesque, certainly, and that applies to the food. the cakes are tall and beautifully-colored, the dishes come colorful and look as you’d expect (which makes for beautiful photographs, and probably this place’s prominence in blogs).
but the dishes are pretty humdrum. my salad with pumpkin was a sparse mound of leaves topped with bland pumpkin (caramelization of any sort would have really helped here) and served with a vinaigrette that seemed right out a bottle (luckily I got it on the side); a shepherd’s pie was full of potato and a barely-there layer of cheese, and you had to dig deep to get at the bit of gravied meat; while the eggs florentine came with a strange saute of minced spinach and garlic spread beneath (depriving you of any freshness that would come from the greens).
the biggest let-down of the meal though, were the cakes. I expect a fairly high standard if you describe yourself as fabulous, and those expectations were certainly bumped out by the display of more than ten cakes. all tall, all colorful, and as easily orderable as they are pinterest-able.
but the flavors? non-existing. the only thing you could taste was the dry sponge that seemed to make a showing in both our slices, a stale sort of crumbly butter cake. the icing was essentially colored-but-barely-flavored buttercream
we took a mouthful each, and stopped after the first bite.
so the meal is marked for me by our leftover slices of cake – which almost never happens. most slices of cake still turn out pretty much edible: it’s just butter, sugar and sweet stuff, no? but these were so bad we couldn’t ourselves to eat anymore – which is when we headed to the lovely drury lane for a brunch part two.
I would steer clear. even their coffee choices are small and apparently tastes just as mediocre – so not even worth a suggestion for a sit-down for a cuppa. wholly disappointing – and I’m not sure I’ve had my brunch plans so thwarted in a long time.
The Fabulous Baker Boy
70 River Valley Rd
tel +65 6694 8336
$$: brunch comes out at twenty a head, averagely