My room at the Quincy comes with free breakfast, lunch and dinner, among many other things.
Because the lobby restaurant is not very big, I know not to expect a looooong breakfast spread with a helluva food. I expect it to be short, but sweet.
And it is short. But not too sweet.
Beans, fried rice, scrambled egg, hash brown, chicken sausage, bacon
Fruits and pitiful selection of cheese and cold cuts (sorry, Quincy)
Chicken porridge, cereals, yogurt, toast
Coffee and tea
There isn’t much to eat. Food is bland and oily. This is probably the first time in ages
I don’t finish everything on my plate.
So I opt for something more reliable, but even the strawberry yogurt tastes diluted.
Disappointed, I decide to skip lunch and treat my stomach to something nice and colorful at Paradise Dynasty.
Still curious and hopeful about Quincy’s dinner service, I invite Stelson, my good friend Pepper’s boyfriend who is currently in town for medical fellowship, to join me for the meal.
Fillet of Sirloin Steak in Black Peppercorn Sauce – quite a challenge to chew
Casoncelli alla Bergamasca – homemade pasta filled with minced beef, chicken, pork, raisins, amaretti cookies and lemon zest, served in a butter and sage sauce, topped with parma ham and parmesan cheese. Nothing extraordinary.
Tiramisu – decent although it looks prettier than it tastes
The food at Quincy is simple, boring, forgettable AND free. So I should just shut my big mouth and stop complaining.
Anyway, we’re off to Jones the Grocer for some yummy wine and cheese.
Stelson and me
Quincy Hotel: 22 Mount Elizabeth, Singapore. Tel: +65 6738 5888
