Let's get straight to the point here, shall we? The Lunar New Year holidays are nearly over, and right now, it feels like Sunday night, when you're simultaneously dreading and waiting for Monday to come. I'm bored and sluggish, my laptop is, and you probably are, too. What better way is there to spend it than putting the finishing touches on this post which has, admittedly, been dawdling away in my drafts section as a half-formed shadow of its current self?
Anyhoo, here it is. Finally - the long-awaited product after weeks of me sitting on it, finally seeing daylight.
Not too long ago, I swore up and down, left and right, that I had renounced kinfolk and anything else which attempted to mimic its monochromatic, minimalistic vibe. As the magazines piled up issue by issue, I found myself questioning the values of wabi-sabi and virtues of slow living it extolled. Would decluttering one's wardrobe really declutter the mind? Was the mind as chaotic as a teenager's room, to begin with? What was once creditable became idealistic, and what were once textbooks for the ideal lifestyle became a glorified, expensive stack of books.
Still, this whole all-white, all-clean manifesto continued to flourish - establishments so colorless that one wondered if the owner simply bought up all the white furniture at the store, marble-this, marble-that, magazines with more white space than content. To this all, I turned up my nose to. After all, as a by-product of the 21st century, I was firmly anti-hipster, wasn't I? Look! No square-framed black glasses, or belly-baring ensembles, or whatever the kids are doing these days.
I've never been a big believer in Chance (with the capital C), but the past two weeks have done much to alter that mindset. I mean, what are the odds of running into a yoga instructor at a cafe (none other than Punch), meeting someone you know from Instagram at said cafe later in the week, and then again encountering that very same yoga teacher the following week?
These are some of the major things that I've been thankful for lately. I seldom verbalize thankful, at the risk of sounding hokey, but I am. I'm truly grateful and thankful for all these things around me, from the opportunities I've been offered, to the little things, like having friends who care, psychedelic pink sunrises, and servers who specially make you porridge though its not on the menu (again, Punch).
It's been a bit of a rough patch for me lately, and to everyone who's been there for me in some way or another, thank you. It means the world and beyond.
This one has been waiting in the wings for quite some time, but I assure you, it might just be the best yet. I've made good use of September break mornings to head out to these spots for one last round of granola tasting (before the exams are upon us). Some, like Populus, do it only on weekdays, while Punch, Super Loco and Club Street Social, have theirs on weekends. Then again, it's a good idea to be part of the Breakfast Club and grab a friend or two to make the weekend more meaningful. Breakfast Clubbing solo isn't a bad idea either, when the service is good, ambiance is good, and washroom soap is good, too. (Having good washroom soap is one of the best indicators of where an eatery stands, in my opinion)
So do enjoy this one. I had tons of food and fun coming up with it.
And so it continues.
In the haloed name of granola shall this dogged pursuit of anything oaty persist. In its honor shall miles be traveled and money be painstakingly extracted from the wallet of yours truly. And for that reason you shall honor me as a martyr who has done so much for the oft belittled and repressed name of granola.
I'm serious, really. Halt your chuckles and suppress your smirks. It was a challenge to scrounge out all those places serving granola or muesli, let alone manage to compile this list (and part 1). And you have little idea how proud I am of this very fact, after months of compiling this whole evernote note listing down places serving homemade muesli and granola, to the extent of engaging in numerous conversations about it.
Anyhoo, here's the list of ~more~ granola spots in Singapore which live up to their sacred reputation (and for which I'm willing to splurge on). Onwards!
To be continued.