Patara

The soothing scent of lemongrass oil is a nice touch to remind you of Bangkok, especially after the dowdy Tanglin Mall outside. The cooking certainly doesn’t disappoint. Not the cold, sweet juice of a young coconut; not the plump prawns buried beneath the creamy otah-otah; not the luscious, juicy pork belly braised with soy, coriander, coconut and cassia bark; not the eggplant topped with crabmeat, or cooked with fried basil; nor even the ginger-infused glass noodles baked with ruby-red prawns. It’s all good.