Foodie review: The Line @ Shangri-la Singapore
Take my advice: Don’t go here if you are on a diet, it isn’t possible.
Don’t even try to ‘just have a few bits and bobs’ – you won’t and if you do, you’re a fool and you’re not doing yourself, the chefs or the human race any favours. The food is there to be eaten people. So enjoy.
Enjoy isn’t exactly the word I’d use to describe the $130 lunch buffet with endless champagne. Gorge is a closer word and gluttony is another.
I’d read lots of online reviews about this place and seeing how we were staying 5 floors above the restaurant it seemed a fairly safe and delightful way to spend a few hours before the boy had to disappear off and watch the Grand Prix. We’d pre-booked for which I’m told is essential on a Sunday. I was told on booking we’d have to sit outside – not ideal in the midday heat with little shade/aircon, however when we arrived (big tip: get there 5 mins early) we were asked if we’d like a seat inside which of course we snapped up.
We opted for the champagne buffet which got off to a rather slow start with us waiting 20mins before the first glass of Tattinger arrived. In fact the boy had already gotten up and picked up two glasses of bubbles from the bar before the waiter got round to us. However, once more of the guests were seated the staff seemed to get into their swing and our glasses were rarely less than half full – or at least not for long. I’m fairly sure we drank our $130 worth. I also opted for the Jacob’s Creek rose sparkling to mix things up.
I decided to take a systematic approach to the buffet starting at the most popular seafood counter. Remembering less is more, I was more restrained then some of my fellow guests by simply taking 1 muscle, 2 scallops, some lobster and 2 oysters. Drilling the various dressing across I felt I have a good representation of the counter…until I realised the other side have sushi and sashimi aplenty. I find sushi quite filling and so moved to the salad bar to cleanse the palate, following the italian theory of eating lettuce in between course helps digestion. The boy, quite rightly, scorned me for this theory and told me not to waste good stomach space on leaves. So I swiftly moved the breakfast bar.
Plate #2 was filled with a mini cheeseburger, Cumberland sausage, on-demand omelette, hashbrown and bacon. To be honest this was a low-point and potentially a mistake. The hashbrown wasn’t special and whilst the rest was delicious on above par in comparison to other breakfasts, it didn’t really have a place in this buffet. Not next to fillet beef with yorkshire puddings, melt in your mouth roast potatoes that made me feel back at home in the UK.
Another tip: the yorkshire puds go fast so best to prioritise this counter over the seafood one first.
Plate #3 was a plate of nations with Beef Randang, Mae Goreng, deep friend prawns and calamari. Oh and maybe another roast potato. The beef randang was the standout favourite here by far.
My boots were filling fast and in addition to the 5 or 6 or 7 glasses of champagne, I only had room for dessert. The sweet counter was mesmerizing and a difficult choice with some many cheesecakes, jellies, chocolate treats. I only managed one plate before bowing out in defeat.
The boy managed 3 more plates than me, taking in the indian counter – twice it was that good. I was pained not to be able to sample more deserts especially the chocolate fountain with the grand array of tropical fruit on offer. I also spied a hearty cheese platter I didn’t even get to but there was no way of fitting anymore food in.
The boy collapsed on the bed and had to sleep off his excess making him over an hour later for the Grand Prix. He even contemplated not going at all he was so uncomfortable – and the GP was his whole reason for the trip.
All in all I was highly recommend The Line, sure it’s probably not the best of the best but for variety, relaxation, quality and quantity it’s definitely there.
And yes, 2 days later I wanted to do it all again