The Prima Tower Experience

The last time I came here I didn't have my driver's licence for sure. I remember Dad used to know the valet attendants pretty well because they used to work for his friend. Come to think of it, the last time I set foot here was early 1996 just before I enlisted for National Service... not to eat but for baking classes. Yes you read it right the first time, BAKING classes with a whole bunch of tai-tai's. So what did a then 19 year old male, baking and a bunch of ladies have in common ? J-A-C-K.

So anyway back to the restaurant. Nothing seems to have changed in the last decade or so. You take the lift up to the 9th storey, then onto an escalator only to find another flight of spiral steps leading up to the main dining hall.

It was dead quiet for a Monday night save for a few tables littered with foreigners and local businessmen. The hostess revealed to us that last Monday's crowd was much healthier but overall business was still pretty good.

Mom in law (MIL), Dad in law (DIL) and bro in law (BIL) came promptly at 715 followed by sis in law (SIL) and her boyfriend (SILB). MIL rang earlier in the day to order a set menu for 7 so that saved us the trouble of poring over the menu and get down to the business of eating! Thanks MIL, you're the best MILF. That's (Mother In Law Forever) oh ye of stained minds.

Opening dish was shredded scallop and cod in egg sauce. Not my exactly my favourite but I wolfed it down with a smile nontheless. I shan't speak much about this dish since I dislike eggs in various stages of cooking other than scrambled and fried.

Fish maw soup arrived. NEXT.

Mmm.. the peking duck arrived without much fanfare. The duck was brought to the table for inspection and our murmurs of approval sent it back to the carving table. After some 2 minutes of slicing, basting & frantic wrapping, we got served. Hehehe. Perched on my plate was a golden skinned spring roll-ish looking delight.. or was it ? The minute I put it in my mouth and chewed on the 'fat', my satisfaction levels went downhill. The duck slices which were supposed to be thin and crispy were a tad bit too thick and meaty. The skin used to wrap the duck tasted very 'doughy' and where the bloody hell were the sprigs of spring onions ??!! NADA..

Steamed fish of some sort came next.

I forgot the dish after the fish.

I think the last savoury one was the leftover duck meat fried with noodles. Lacklustre dish so I won't bother.

Dessert was deep fried egg white with red bean stuffing. Oily and not presented well enough. I felt icing sugar should have been used to dust the egg white balls and not castor sugar. Icing sugar just does so much more for the dish both visually and tastefully.

As you can already tell I've lost interest in describing mediocre standard cuisine. Soooooo sian!!!

If my Francofriends do come back for more in future I'd gladly take them elsewhere. Totally lost my vote of confidence but I hope for history's sake they buck up to where they used to be.