roadhouse @ dempsey, Singapore
When my partner’s niece turned thirteen, we thought to introduce the girl to what we as adults loved – chic cafés with cool interiors and all day breakfast brunches. I mean, who doesn’t love all day breakfast? Turns out, thirteen year olds don’t fancy those things as much as adults did. She didn’t even liked eggs. If I think back to when I was thirteen, I guess scrambled eggs and toast served at the novel hour of noon just wasn’t all that spectacular.
So when my partner’s other niece turned ten, we decided to bring her to try Roadhouse at Dempsey. It’s all American, it’s great dining, it’s not chicken rice (inside joke, the kids all love chicken rice). Roadhouse serves all day breakfasts too, but we made sure they had plenty of other things that kids love, you know, namely, burgers.
And then it turns out his ten year old niece wasn’t really into burgers. Roadhouse’s menu included roasted pork belly (sorely wished I had that), burritos, brunch and more, though nothing seemed to pique her interest. Here, apply a faux Mexican accent in your head while you read how we tried to turn her on to Mexican: ”Do you know what booooRRIIitoe is? It’s meat or esseafood wrapped in a yummy tortilla. Do you know what a TAHHco is? It’s meat or esseafood wrapped in a soft taco.” Ten points to us for not being great at explaining that concept to a ten year old without being a little dramatic. And mildly racist.
Well so it goes, my partner and I settled for fish taco and seafood burrito respectively, while his niece went paws and jaws first onto a nice, large steak. Watching kids trying to stab and tear steak apart with cutlery was just hilarious. At least we had better luck explaining the concept of cutting meat.
On a high note, if you’re ever at Roadhouse, don’t skip out on their chocolate milkshake. Makes you think twice about chocolate bars (of which I’m not a fan. Gasp. Yes). I like my chocolate wet.
RoadHouse @ Dempsey
13 Dempsey Road