forty hands

or mains quarante, but that's an inside joke.

well hidden in an unassuming neighbourhood near tiong bahru, forty hands is just about my closest coffee place. well, technically starbucks is the nearest, but who cares for generic nahnsense :) incidentally, it was the beijing-bound couple (previous post!) who first introduced me to forty hands. little wonder, seeing how 1/2 of said couple is also my immediate neighbour. but back to the coffee! tell a lie, i'm a social coffee drinker so my coffee palate is relatively under-developed. however, i've grown to depend on connoisseur friends to determine if the joe is worth drinking. and apparently, it is! or at least the lattes are...

one little nugget i can contribute, though, is that the mushroom sandwich with truffle oil is a winner!

i like the old school feel, the murals and gunny sack chairs with mismatched buttons. oh, and the sugar holders are pretty nifty too, aren't they!