Last Day at Scotts Picnic - 28 Dec 2006

Scotts Picnic

Happened to be down in the rain to eat at the last day at Scotts Picnic. Okay, we didn't know it was the last day until we got there - but it turns out we witnessed the end of Singapore's first air-conditioned food court. Half the stalls were gone, including my favourite, the North Indian one (where I ate my first-ever naan!). The cleaner even spent some time talking to me, telling me how it was her last day on the job.

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Anonymous said…
We're going on a picnic and we'll get there soon ...
12 January 2007 at 02:25
mis_nomer said…
Nooooooooo......
15 January 2007 at 09:46
Anonymous said…
That North India was also my favourite! Anyone knows where he went? New location?
3 February 2007 at 10:49
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