Pince & Pints

First impression of this place is down to one word: crap. They almost «lost» our reservation even though they called to confirm it a couple of hours earlier. What’s the point of doing so? It took them «only» 6 minutes to bring us the menu. You have a bunch of waiters standing around, but none attended to us. I guess they were hired to be wallflowers. Finally, the waitress that attended to us was friendly. That’s the only saving grace for this place. It only took them 45 minutes to bring our food to us. A place that sells only 5 different ways of cooking lobster can take that long. Can you even imagine what it would be like if there were more items? So, you can wish that the food was actually good for all the pain we had to endure, but the lobsters were not fresh and we left the place still hungry. There was not much to eat. How can a restaurant that has the right ambience, in a good location be so crappy? We do not recommend this place, nor will we ever be back. Thanks, but no thanks.

So much fanfare over the opening of this lobster restaurant that started in Singapore. The live, fresh lobsters and their special tanks, the great cocktails, full on social media plugging by various ‘influencers’.
And I’ve always been more partial to the Boston or Maine lobster over the Australian or local, there’s something sweet about its sweet flesh that is a party in my mouth.
So we booked for my birthday and went. 12 people. Had the different iterations of lobster: Grilled with butter salad chips, Chilli lobster w mantou, lobster noodles, lobster roll… and while the concept was nice, not one person at our table was wowed.
Maybe it’s the size that they harvest the lobsters or something, but the sweetness was LOST.
Underwhelming, which is a pity. I was so excited, I looked at the SG menu and planned my cocktail even! (which KL did not have and no, they could not make it for me even though the SG bartender was there).
Service otherwise was good. They observe your ‘struggle’ with the lobsters and bring you bibs etc.
It’s just the taste fails. And we all know, taste matters (to some: p).