It was Sunday again and we had to find some place new to explore. The sun was playing peek-a-boo with some clouds that looked as if they were going to tear at any time. We drove down Eng Neo Avenue, turned left into a narrow road and found ourselves in a little slice of non-Singapore. The road could hardly be called "two-lane", with what reminded me of storybook meadows on either side. White wooden fence ran along on either side, bringing to mind the English countryside.
We pulled up into a narrow carpark, made our way across to a nondescript little building. Then it hit me... the distinctive whiff of manure. This was after all the Bukit Timah Saddle Club.
Our destination - Riders Cafe. This little cafe serves a mean western breakfast. Judging by the number of people on the waiting list, this is one of the places to be on a lazy Sunday morning. I had "The Usual" (mushrooms, bacon, eggs on toast) and the wifey had egg benedict with crab meat. We never expected to actually see the crab meat, but it was all there. Thick strands hidden among the egg white.