Since I discovered Skinny Pizza (see reviews here (with pics of the below-mentioned squid ink pizza) and here) last year when my colleagues and I happened upon the Wheelock Place branch for lunch, I’ve been there maybe six or seven times. When I introduced my sis to the place, we had the truffle fries (a must-try that has gotten less and less special with each visit; I think it’s gotten more oil-laden and less truffled…) and the curry chicken babaganoush (we agree that the hard-boiled eggs are a touch of genius, and that the Skinny Pizza folks could be more generous with the curry gravy). When I introduced my pal to the place, we had the squid ink pizza at the Suntec branch, and it was good – the squid ink gravy that soaks the centre of the pizza is an appetising mix of savoury and slightly sweet tartness. And when we had it again last Friday at the Wheelock Place branch, the grilled calamari and prawns were done to perfection, with just the right bit of char. The only imperfection was the red onion slices that were strewn over the dark crust and that left a lingering sting in one’s palate. On Friday we also had the bitter chocolate tart, and while this was yummy on many levels – like a multilayered piece of fine chocolate – it also packed the sort of richness (heatiness, we Chinese would call it) that has been known to lead to spontaneous nosebleeds.
Later in the evening, we heard Corrine May’s Song for Singapore over the radio. Corrine May has a wonderful rich voice, and I think she puts up a great performance for this song. It’s just a pity that some of the lyrics are cringe/wince-worthy. Seriously – “I want to sing, sing a song for Singapore”? “You’re my brother, you’re my sister”?
P/S. I am reading a joke book. I have been unable to read heavy-going fiction recently; “A Heartbreaking of Staggering Genius” and “The Story of Edgar Sawtelle” sit mouldering and unread on my table and my bookshelf, respectively.
PP/S. So here’s a joke from the joke book: “Men like cars. Women like clothes. Women only like cars when they take them to clothes.” Funny, and with a decent level of accuracy :p
PPP/S. Opposite to cringe/wince-worthy are the lyrics for Sarah McLachlan’s “Do What You Have to Do”: