Skinny White Pizza @ Suntec


Or you can call it places I go with my wife when I meet her for lunch. Skinny Pizza. Why would anyone want to eat another color pizza? Yes, you xenophobic maniac, I AM talking to you. I like Pizza, but I seem to think that this pizza was created by women, for women, through women.

So how was the food? Don't order the soup. Bad. Fries? I didn't taste the truffle oil. Pizza? It was surprisingly good.I liked it. As I opened up my mind to accept that I have just tasted a non red pizza, I shed a tear, and had a dream ...

As I was surrounded by tables of women, and an unevenly matched "attractive quotient," couple; I remembered that in Singapore, we are a land that accepts people of all kinds, from all planets, and even though the eggplant was slightly under cooked and I think there is too much onions, I still accepted the pizza. And when I did, the pizza opened up itself to me.

Surprisingly, I enjoyed my half of the pizza but still secretly feeling rather uncomfortable, I left the restaurant in a huff, into the arms of lady liberty, to get a coffee.

Post Script: Just found out from the wife that this is actually next to a strip joint! Surprise Surprise.

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