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We visited this place intrigued by the concept — a menu inspired by a woman and her offerings, framed by the team as a celebration of motherhood and women. While the premise sounded unique, the execution left us puzzled. Beyond the initial mention from staff, there was no further explanation during the evening on how the dishes, ingredients, or plating tied back to the theme. The only recurring was the use of plateware shaped to resemble breasts — a choice that, without deeper storytelling, felt more gimmicky than meaningful.
Food was served banquet-style to all guests at the counter simultaneously, with brief introductions before each dish — and then the staff would retreat to the kitchen, standing idly without engaging diners. There was no welcome or effort to find out if it was our first visit, and throughout dinner, there was minimal interaction from the team. The chef was present but seemed scattered and unclear when speaking.
What was more concerning were the hygiene lapses we observed. One chef, while wearing gloves, used a kitchen towel to wipe his face and then went straight back to cooking. Another removed his cap to scratch his head during service before returning to food preparation. These moments were uncomfortable to witness, especially in an open-kitchen setting where guests are just a few feet away.
The food itself was a mixed bag. The steamed oyster curry, fish cake in pomfret soup, and fried chicken skin stuffed with prawn all shared a similar dense texture, making the menu feel repetitive. Mains were paired with white rice, but oddly, they were served one at a time, forcing diners to wait between each dish if they wanted to enjoy them with the rice.
The overall menu lacked excitement and innovation, and without the narrative promised by the concept, the dishes felt disconnected. While some flavours were pleasant, nothing stood out as particularly memorable or worth a return visit.