The Grove

I went on an excursion to explore The Grove one day; it seemed a pleasant mix of modern consumerism and historical significance. However, the historical portion, the Farmers Market, seemed too jammed up, sort of like how the five-foot-way shophouses in Singapore’s Chinatown were painted in bright colours as a revamp for tourism. Well at least there was a Topshop at The Grove.

People enjoying a live outdoor concert.

I was taking a photo of the above when this guy gamely asked me to take one of him.

The Grove boasts an interesting experience of an electric-powered streetcar, or tram as I call it, which runs from one end of The Grove to the other, meandering among the people on the closed streets. Quite frankly, I think that the tram is unnecessary for ferrying people, although I concede that two and a half years of living in Los Angeles without a car has significantly altered my capacity for walking…

The cutest little girl, with her mum in the background.

Look what I found at the Farmers Market:

Singapore Banana Leaf, boasting Singapore and Malaysian cuisine. Home sweet home food!

I got myself a plate of Prata, or Paratha, as it was named in the menu overhead. I was so excited at satisfying my craving that I told everyone about it. Shasha exclaimed over how exorbitant it was (you’d find it for a quarter of the price in Singapore), and then my dad said it must have been frozen prata when he saw my picture and noticed how round the prata was. And he was right. T^T

No wonder the curry tasted a little off, but I let it go because it’s just so difficult to find authentic Singapore food in here. Also, there is no stall in Singapore which would boast so many different food items on its menu; each stall is virtually specialised. Om nom.