Dinner got off to a proper start with a refreshing, spritely platter, consisting of coriander-peppered king prawns, mango salsa and Mediterranean bulgar, drizzled with caviar vinaigrette. It was my first time trying bulgar and what an intriguing grain it was. And by "intriguing," I mean I am likely to try cooking it myself soon.
For our mains, I opted for the miso cod while KW had the beef cheeks. Portions were really generous and this is when you would go, "Oh *beep*, I should not have helped myself to a second bread roll."
When our molten chocolate cake arrived, most of us were ready to wave our white napkins and surrender. Yet it was impossible to resist the dark force and moments later, you could see people either scrapping their plates or pausing to take breathers before going in for more.
Yes, it was that good and I especially loved how the cake to molten goodness was literally 1:1. Sensational.
It was a lovely celebration and even more so as Vernon is one of KW's oldest friends. This is surely one occasion that I would readily add to my list of good memories at The Fullerton Hotel.