A little over five years ago I married my best friend on a beautiful July afternoon, in a garden on Sentosa.
I wasn’t sure we were going to do anything special to celebrate this year’s anniversary. Having a small baby kinda changes things. But last week we started getting our helper Jocelyn to sleep in Katy’s room on Friday nights, so James and I could have date night (and more importantly, uninterrupted sleep to start the weekend with). Since it worked out, and our anniversary conveniently fell on a Friday too, we decided it would be alright to spend our first night away from Katy since her birth.
Capella is a really nice resort. Accordingly, it’s pretty expensive. We stayed there for a night on our last anniversary – the management gave us a complimentary night’s stay to apologise for a mishap I experienced at their spa some months previously – and we liked it so much that it was the only place that came to mind when we decided on an anniversary staycation. And since we aren’t travelling out of the country very much (if at all) this year, I guess that more that justifies the price tag for this hotel stay…
They certainly didn’t disappoint.
For dinner James made reservations at L’Atelier de Joel Robuchon. We’re big fans of ‘fun’ fine dining. We’d actually eaten there once before, for my birthday a couple of years ago, but unfortunately I had a head cold and remembered absolutely nothing on the menu from that day. I did however remember the waiter who convinced me to have a glass of dessert wine. Which in hindsight was at least partly responsible for my lack of memories of the meal.
The meal had a lot of hits and some misses.
Because we were seated at the bar counter around the open concept kitchen, James was able to surmise that the laggy pacing of our appetisers was because someone burned the foie gras and had to redo it. Also, the waitress who took our orders asked if we had any allergies, noted that I have slight lactose intolerance, and proceeded to do nothing with that information. But the dishes were all really good, even if I did have to eat around the mango mousse in my dessert.
Midway through our meal, the waiter who plied me with dessert wine a few years ago showed up, and after a fun chat with him we found ourselves with an additional half-glass of wine each, on the house. We never learn, do we!
After a nice long night’s sleep came a most fortifying breakfast.
And then it was time to return to real life and a really excited baby. Next time, she’s coming along!