We don’t get much “proper” Jewish food in Singapore, so this felt like a rather exciting experience. The deli wasn’t anything fancy. The utensils were simple, the menu straightforward and no-nonsense. Yet the food was solidly beautiful. From the salt beef rye sandwich with the right tinge of mustard, to the lovely balance of gherkins and onions in the fresh table salad, this place was oozing with an old school, unpretentious and unapologetic vibe. The latkes and chopped liver were my favourite dishes. They were surprising and yet familiar at the same time. Like one hadn’t had them (or at least not like this) before and yet they invoked a sense of deja vu. The Gefilte fish ball was so tasty my kids kept stabbing their forks incessantly into the crumbs.
Noodles, Fried Noodles 