I don’t think I have written about the time the boyf and I went off to Relish for a burgerlicious meal. No, that’s not a word but I am a writer and I am allowed to make words up.
Anyway, it was a cold and stormy Thursday. I had plans for Friday so to make up for it, the boyf had sweetly asked me out for dinner (on Thursday itself, I might add, tsk). Before we met at the MRT station, he told me that he wanted to check out Relish. I was incredulous. The burger joint is in the far flung west (Bukit Timah) and we weren’t driving! But he was confident we could find our way there via public transport and I swallowed down my cynicism.
We travelled to Newton MRT station, walked in the rain to the bus stop where I used to wait for the bus to bring me to school, boarded a horrendously crowded bus which huffed and puffed its way to Cluny Court. In the darkness, we vaguely made out the building before pressing the alight button hastily. It was a dark and stormy Thursday night and Relish, amazingly enough, was crowded. Thankfully, the boyf was clever enough to make reservations.
He ordered the Wild Rocket burger and I had the bacon and cheese. Being greedy little piggies, we also ordered hand cut onion rings for starters and then ended the meal with a tiramisu milkshake. Coolly enough, nothing disappointed. My medium-rare patty was juicy, thick and had lots of bite – nothing like the dry and crumbly patty served up at other joints. The onion rings were crispy and fragrant, and oh-so-addictive. I had my fries changed to salad, which was a most excellent decision. His fries were a tad over-fried and the salad was definitely a refreshing, clean complement to the grilled beef.
But the best part of the meal has to be the milkshake. It was creamy and thick and exactly like slurping up a delicious tiramisu, but in liquid form. At $9.50, it was pretty pricey for a milkshake but man, was it worth it.
We staggered out of Relish, feeling rather fat and full. On the sheer impulse of the moment, we boarded a bus to Little India and caught the NEL home. On the train, he started reading the Chinese subtitles of that terrorist video out loud but his pathetic command of the language left me giggling uncontrollably. Before we knew it, I was home!
So the moral of the story is: yes, it is possible to go out and have a great meal without the convenience of a car. And yes, it was one of my favourite dates. And yes, Relish is definitely worth a second visit.
That makes it three morals of the story. Well, I was always bad at Maths.