Bras Basah seems like the perfect place for a café. That sub-urban vibe it exudes despite being in the heart of the city. The rustic feel of Singapore in the 90’s spreading through the shops. A haunting stillness that weaves through the streets despite the hustle and bustle of the surrounding concrete jungle.
It might just be us, but we found at least some other people who shared the same sentiments. Those very people were tucked in the first floor of an obscure and tiny building, where we found Fine Palate Café.
Walk past the al fresco dining area and tap lightly on the switch on the sliding glass door to enter the cooler part of the restaurant. The dimly-lit interior is minimal yet classy, with a pseudo-kitchen, complete with an island, basin, fridge and umm, a cash register. (which we later found out they don’t do the cooking here; the main kitchen is behind another door).Any decent, self-respecting restaurants would provide breads and dips or other alternatives before the meal is served. Here at Fine Palate Café, they bake their own bread and make their own dips daily. We had Fresh Focaccia Bread with Eggplant Dip. Every bite of the focaccia released the aroma of rosemary, and because the bread is drizzled with olive oil and heated up before serving, there was a pleasant crunch. The eggplant dip was smooth, light and complemented well with the herbed sticks, neither stealing the limelight.