With a moniker so obvious, 12-inch Pizzas & Records needs little introduction.
This latest brainchild of the Timbre franchise is a quaint addition to Lavender. You know the mood is all playful and casual when the eatery is adorned with eclectic mix of antique and retro furniture in a background of colourful splashes. If the collection of vintage vinyl records at the entrance does not bat an eye lid, at least their menu will. The menu delightfully presents itself in a faux vinyl disc, with tongue-in-cheek names to match the numerous edgy pies they exclusively offer. And to all Timbre aficionados, do rejoice that you can grab your favourite duck pizza fix at this pizzeria. Wicked.
Silently perched on the 4th storey of V Hotel, the sun-dappled alfresco paired with a pretty skyline backdrop is just the place for you to pull up a chair and sink on them for hours: Ideal for a catch-up sesh with a bunch of good friends over pies and a tipple. Also, not missing out those who yearn for a more intimate affair, the cosy interior and soft classic tunes are conversation starters.
Hint hint: Sneaking up the lifts along with the residents (rather than taking the rightful but mundane Fireman lift) is seriously recommended for that extra dose of adrenaline.
Hold back your hunger pangs with some cheese fries whilst you get all indecisive over the long list of pizzas. The thick orange cheddar nestled comfortably amongst stacks of straight cut potatoes, coating each fry with just the right amount of decadence. We love the way the fries came piping hot & crispy, and we do not mind being scalded by the molten cheese. Enough said for a starter.
Regrettably, there was no real love for this Seafood Aglio Olio. We suspect a serious misinterpretation of the word “seafood”, judging by the couple of lonely prawns and shells struggling to stay alive in the swirl of dry spaghetti. The deal-breaker was, however, the high price tag that did not do much justice to our wallets and taste buds. Should we have known earlier that pasta is not their forte, we could have chowed down another 12-inch in exchange.
You know this is coming when the Swedish eats their meatballs with cranberry sauce.
So, do not be alarmed to find a spread a cranberry puree lurking beneath the layers of melted mozzarella instead of your regular tomato paste. The marriage between the unctuous pork belly & tangy cranberry puree was uncommonly creative and adventurous, yet the sweet-and-salty concoction actually hit the right notes. The finale was the slivers of green apples on the top, adding additional layers of gusto and texture to the thin-crusted pie. We say this is a sinful dish to be indulged first, and worry later.
Timbre regulars would emphasize that it would be a serious blunder to ever leave without ordering their Duck pizza. With morsels of roasted duck, a drizzle of unadulterated Hoisin sauce coupled with a scatter of fried popiah strips thrown onto a thin-crust to mingle, our resistance was almost futile. The crispy popiah skin crackled invitingly and gave way to the richly-flavoured bird hidden underneath the pow-wow flavourful Hoisin, casting a sweet-salty symphony of taste sensations within our mouths. This is so darn good we could almost hear our taste buds saying thanks.
Goodfellas is not for the faint-hearted. Put away your gymming routine and pick up that slice of guilty pleasure with your greasy mitts. Note how the crunchy shrimps frolic in the sweet garlic spread on one hand, and socialise with the diet-killing toppings of crispy egg cereals on another. If anything, we thought the sweet garlic butter could be more potent. And of course, we would die for more egg cereals.
The session at 12-inch had left us sated and a few pounds heavier. When the ubiquitous traditional pizzas turn boring, switch them for some bold and adventurous pies if the out-of-the-way location does not hold you back. Besides, pizzas and classic tunes have never been so chummy before.
70 Jellicoe Road
Mon-Sun: 12pm – 1030pm