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Wishing it was different - Sunday Market


I loved that the cafés are sprouting out in suburban neighborhoods and Sunday Market is right near my parents place and near church. Gives us another option to hang. 


But unfortunately, the food and drinks failed to impress so far. 


I don't want to be so quick to judge but I guess that really awful coffee that reminded me of soap just killed it for me.  The Man enjoyed the red velvet cake thoroughly. It was huge but more importantly, moist and quite unique with layer of chocolate in between the cake, lending another dimension of texture and taste.




 
huge wedge of red velvet cake




We also got a salad which was average.  The Man also tried the chicken waffle in an earlier visit and commented the combination was good in theory but poorly executed as the dish was dry and the waffle quickly went soft and tough.


the bad latte that just destroyed my Sunday


I won't likely return on my own accord but will give it another go if someone suggests to meet up here.


Sunday Market
22 Lim Tua Tow Road
Singapore 547772
Open everyday

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