Lolla

Lolla

No 22 Ann Siang Hill Road 

Mon-Saturday (Lunch: 12 to 2 pm, Dinner: 6 to Midnight)

Reservations: 64231228

Dinner: $80 plus per pax (including wine) 

Western/Mediterranean/Fusion 

The perfect place to wine & dine for hours 

   Lolla is the place Lolita would have opened if she had grown up to be a sophisticated woman and expressed her sensuality in food and wine instead.  

   Reservations are a must as the restaurant doesn't fit many. Scarcity only increases its allure. 

    

    There are two floors - the one above is a l-shaped bar table which looks perfect for hitting back drinks or an alcove-like room at the bottom which fits a large dinner party. I have to admit I prefer the bottom one and it reminds me of a jazzed-up Last Supper without the Judas. 

   The service staff is attentive and knowledgeable enough to give good recommendations. I highly recommend sharing the food, because variety is bliss here. We ordered baguette & echire butter (the baguette is light like air), lamb ribs (I confess I cannot remember how this tasted), duck fat potatoes (I am now a potato convert) and a popular favourite, the sea urchin pudding (divine in its hearty blackness) : 

   There were many other delicious alternatives and seasonal specials but alas, it seems the stomach cannot magically expand to fit more food when required. 

     

    So, what do two girls talk about at a place like this? Why, love of course. 

   I want to fall for a man who will be good for me, says R, stressing her consciousness that sensible men are a more rational choice than bad boys (who perhaps taste as delicious as the dark sea urchin pudding?). 

  I tell her that people always think that the bad is harder to find and the good lives in the commonplace, but it's actually harder to find good ol plain vanilla. And when you do, it's so delicious that you wonder why you ever settled for anything less. 

  Even as R mulled over this, the waiter came with the menu to order dessert and guess what was a special icecream flavour - Tahitian Vanilla Beans with triple the vanilla goodness. 

   

   We also ordered pear sorbet and smoked dark chocolate. The smoked dark chocolate tasted like the residue of a kiss from someone who just smoked a cigar. 

    We laughed, and wined, and talked as if we were the only two persons in the room. R came back from the toilet with gold in her eyes, "C, the toilet has butterflies on the ceiling!" 

    And if the world was upside down, and humans were stars, and stars were humans, surely we shone brightest that night.