Rues of Roo

PS Cafe, 28B Harding Road

Alighting from the bus you feel somewhat isolated. As is rare in this city island, the presence of high residential concrete blocks rising like monuments of old are nowhere to be seen. Instead what you are greeted by are the structures of nature’s green towering trees, their branches stretching, reaching to the heavens like hands spreading to block out the harsh sun above, their buttresses digging deep into the dark, dusty soil below. In the interspersed absence of man’s horseless carriages, the silence is serene, the drone of insects audible and the melody of God’s aviators filling the air.

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The walk up Dempsey Road is shorter than expected, and as you delve into the depths of this cove of unknown, a string of stores unravels, holding old teak furniture and statues of old Buddhist folklore the meaning of which lost, generations ago (well, alright it probably isn’t lost, but allow me to indulge myself).  It is here, amidst the foliage and dusted antiquarian surroundings, that one finds what one is looking for. PS Café, hidden, shrouded by the greenery that is ever so present in this region. The quaint path made of old wood panels leads to the entrance and encapsulates all that needs to be said about the restaurant. Undoubtedly one of the finer locations in Singapore it seems to capture a part of mild pretentiousness that is so easy to slide into and missing from many other areas of this city. It helped, of course, that upon visiting it was a beautiful Saturday, enlightened by the natural sunlight and buzzing with the middle class and their young families. It hardly mattered not that some of the orders were actually not as wonderful and delectable as anticipated, but it just goes to show that ambience, and company, as with all those other memories from across the globe make one savour the moments in a hidden treasure such as this.

Pancakes?