Cappadocia Cafe Restaurant

There is a really good play on at The Arts House. "ElectionDay" is a monologue starred by Huzir Sulaiman. The story looks at a 24 hour period in the interlinked lives of three housemates in the context of the General Election in Malaysia 1999; plenty of sharp and funny observations about politics in Malaysia, and aptly enough the performance space is located at what used to be the Old Parliament House. Go see it if you are in town.

That was two nights ago. Last Saturday evening, umami husband received a telephone call asking if we were indeed attending the play, and he replied "of course". How odd. Ah, but the mystery soon unravelled itself. When we arrived at the performance space, which had once been the office of David Marshall ( according to my friend daschie) we were surprised to find that most of the seats in the second row had "reserved" signs on them. Surprised because it was supposed to be a "free seating" venue. The organisers said the "reserved" seats were for a VIP. I remarked rather loudly that the VIP must be terribly important to need soo much space, that generated some smiles and titters. Soon after, who walked into the room? None other than the President of Singapore, Mr S R Nathan, and Mrs S R Nathan. Ooops. People all around us conceded that this couple sure qualified for VIP treatment. And the Presidential couple looked behind them and waved to us, we who were seated just two rows behind. Umami husband waved back. So did the neighbour sitting to his right, whom Mr S R Nathan went on to acknowledge as "Francis". Oops again......That was our bit of midweek drama. Singapore is like that. It is such a small place that we are always bumping into well known politicians, TV actors, loan sharks, exotic dancers and the like. Usually we act way more cool than this.

What has this got to do with my food blog? I thought it was too tedious to post about President S R Nathan in my much neglected other blog, plus, I wanted to write about the yummy falafels I had for dinner pre-performance. Crunchy with sesame seeds on the outside, nutty, herby and spicy inside, and accompanied by never-quite-enough of cool creamy cacik (tzatziski), it went perfectly with my Corona.

This fa-bu-lafels can be found at the reliably Turkish restaurant Cappadocia at Robertson Walk. Cappadocia is where we used to go for pizzas, but it fell off our radar screen when we defected to Spizza. They do Italian and Turkish style pizzas, I love the one with roast lamb. But we did not do pizza that night, as we are still restricting our carbo intake.
Well, we did 'por kai' (sinned) a little, and ate the sides of rice and potatoes that came with our main meals. The lamb kebabs were well marinated and grilled just right but the house special of Grilled Chicken a la Zingara was as bland as you would expect chicken breast in a pink sauce to be. We finished on a sweet note with some excellent home-made baklava. And then it was a mad rush to get to the theatre.

Cappadocia Cafe Restaurant
11 Unity Street
#01-12 Robertson Walk