relax.eat.drink

billard table on level 2

PYOB: pick your own bottle

spent my friday evening at place.to.read, a very chillax bar within a mini shophouse along prinsep street. and nope, i didnt read any books tonight, in case you are wondering. explanation for you, r.ea.d = "relax, eat, drink". first level was more for english football fanatics, beers in hand with eyes plastered to the flat screens which are then plastered on the walls. level 2 consists of a private dining area, long table fit for 10, billard table, funky pictures on the wall and there was a pseudo-level3 aka mini attic with a cosy sofa and telly.

they are well-known for their greek food but i didnt try, just went for a few rounds of drinks and billiard games. oh man, i really suck at those stick and ball games. didnt help that my fingers were hurting quite a bit after just a few turns. well-trained friends picked up this "sport" when they were younger, ponning lectures to make time for it. i, on the other hand, paled in comparison, undoubtedly picked books over balls. no time for regrets, time to practise a few more rounds at this social-lubricating game.

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