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Hard sell continues loudly

Went to the Tanglin Club today to buy some take-away sandwiches for lunch.

While waiting at the Deli Lounge for them to make the toasted tuna-chilli-onion and the more luxe finger rendezvous, I was forced to listen to a sales pitch for financial products, which was conducted at the next table loud enough for the whole lounge to eavesdrop without any effort.

At first, it was unclear who was making the pitch. In between a sweet young RM (relationship manager) type and another woman (in white) who kept her head bent and her voice low was an Ah Beng wannabe rich (badly cut hair, T shirt under a wind-cheater with an incongruous piece of green jade dangling on a a gold chain just short of his chest).

AB, in a voice that suggested that he was either from Taiwan or an ABC who couldn’t master his American twang, kept talking about writing this for $20 million and that for $20 million.  Sweet RM kept pushing the Aussie and unbelievably stated that “your portfolio is now $1.7 million”. (So much for the Banking Secrecy Act!)

Then RM went on to explain (was explanation needed for sophispticated customers?) to woman-in-white that you can borrow up to “90% of your portfolio”. AB interrupted now and again abt his writing and sweet RM mentioned the letters DBS and also the sums $1million and $60,000, which presumably relates to the $1 million figure.

The discussion continued. RM pointed out to woman in white that as she had already used up almost a million of her line, that would leave about $690-700 thousand.

As if sensing my mental calculator lighting up, RM then went on to elaborate that the 90% loan limit mentioned earlier was split into 90% for cash and 60/70% for graded bonds.

Then AB mentioned S-reits, in particular Suntec R, while lady-in-white must have whispered MP Reit because RM brightly said “that’s where Takashimaya is…”

I didn’t get to hear the rest of the story because my sandwiches were ready. However when i got home, I found that my finger deluxe, normally only a dozen finger sandwiches had blossomed into 16! And the usual salad accompaniment was missing.

Guess I wasn’t the only one all-ears when it comes to other people’s money affairs, the second most salacious after other people’s affairs of the heart!

when 12 became 16!

when 12 became 16!

The price for sandwiches at Tanglin is extremely reasonable. I won’t say how much I paid for the medley of salmon, egg mayonaise and tomato and chedder sandwiches and the half a dozen of tuna-chill-onion in the box behind (see pix). As I don’t want the management to raise prices!

Suffice to say it’s less than what most people would pay for a set lunch in some dubious glorified cafe calling itself a restaurant.

Afterword: As there was other food for lunch, I told picky Siti to keep the tuna etc and add to the other food she’d have dinner with mum, as I was going out in the night. U could have knocked me down with a feather the next morning when I found the box still sitting there in the fridge with two small sandwiches and a handful of wilted salad.

“Siti, u n popo didn’t finish the sandwiches ah?”

“No ma’am, you said eat six sandwiches.”

“Yah, I said eat six because I thought there were only six.”

“No ma’am, there were eight.”

Guess I got an even bigger bargain at Tanglin Club than I thought, tho I suspect without the entertaining sales side-show, I won’t have been snowed under by the extras.

Delifrance: past its used-by date?

I go to Novena Square a lot: partly becuase it’s near my home; partly because the parking there is cheaper than many other places and lastly, especially in recent weeks, because the old mother is unwell and we are frequent visitors to TTSH quite against our inclinations. And for the uninitiated, TTSH is across the road from Novena Square and Square 2.

When getting out of the carpark in Novena Sq, one can easily get into Velocity (which is the rather droll name for the N Sq extension), if one took the office tower lift.It takes one to the 2nd floor — which is actually the 1st or street level floor, if one took the lift that goes directly into the shopping mall in NSq itself.

Such are the mysteries of how Uniquely Singapore’s floor levels are numbered that from one door it may be considered street or 1st floor and from another door, it’s actually the 2nd floor. Furthermore, this isn’t unique to this complex.

TTSH itself isn’t any better. The A&E department is on the street level but within the hospital complex it is actually B1. And where the Phamarcy is, it is considered B2 from the inside but it’s also on the street level from the outside.

Don’t ask me why. Probably everything on both sides of the street are built into a hill that has long since disappeared.

As usual, I digress. I began by planning to write about Delifrance in Velocity. It’s a Bistro, quite large and, being an open-concept, one can see at a glance how crowded or quiet it is.

The sad fact is that I’ve passed it often over the past two years since its opening, at various times throughout the week, except Friday or Saturday nites: it has invariably been what the Chinese call “hitting at flies”.

It can’t be the prices since competing cafes in and around Velocity are more or less charging similar level prices or even more: Spinelli downstairs and Cedele in Novena Sq, also downstairs; both less than two minutes walk away. Then there’s Mingles right next door. I’ve seen them all more packed than Delifrance.

It doesn’t seem to be the quality of the food either. Mingles serves food that leaves much to be desired with service that’s erratic, tho I say this from only one experience more than a year ago. It was so trying that I’ve never been there to eat again, not even when one of its supes is scrumptous to look at. Well, I can’t eat him, can I? 

I think back to the time when I discovered the first Delifrance cafe in Clifford Centre, o heck, some 30 years ago. I was so thrilled to bite into a real butter croissant and crusty crunch French bread, tuna melt, egg mayonnaise and so on. Then there was the coffee: freshly brewed. Why there was even cappuccino. I thought I had found paradise.

(Ciabatta and foccacia breads were to arrive later, when Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf cafes hit this island but that’s another story for another time)

I was so over the moon about Delifrance that I positvely became its evangelist, without even realising it. I even persuaded a friend who was PA to the then chairman of OCBC bank, Tan Chin Tuan, to suggest to her boss to have Delifrance fare for lunch on the days when they lunched in, instead of buying take-away from his usual hawker joints at Mosque Street or Market Street.

He took up her suggestion but from what I gathered it was thumb’s down for those hard sandwiches. The old man didn’t see any merit in eating dry as dust bread that demanded much teeth and jaw work but didn’t yield any returns for his taste buds.

For a while, mayb even years, it looked as tho more people thought like me than the old man. Delifrance prospered and grew till Sembawang Corp bought it over, tho what for I don’t know, other than perhaps it’s a homegrown brand, it has franchise and it is/was in the lifestyle business.

It wasn’t an unqualified success as a investment for Sembcorp. In the meantime, the market/demand created by Delifrance soon saw the foreign likes of Starbucks, Spinelli, Coffee Bean et al coming to these shores, providing the coffe, sandwich and cakes fraternity here with more, even better, choices.

Then there are the home-grown competitors like Cedele and Marmalade Pantry which in many ways bettered everything that Delifrance or its foreign competitors did. Both incorporate the tastiest of the foreign with a twist of the local.

So much for first movers’ advantage. In Delifrance’s case, it was more like the Chinese adage in which, “the pioneer plants the trees, the late-comers harvest the fruits”. 

Now every time I pass a location where there once was a Delifrance and where there is no longer one or at best a shrunken version, I wonder whether every business, especially food business, has a sell-by date? And simply re-inventing or remaining relevant will tickle taste buds as much as cotton buds in the mouth of a gourmet.