Bollywood Farm

After the goat farm, we bade goodbye to my sister and her family, and I drove my mother and Jeff to the nearby Bollywood Farms. Tina, the PR lead there, took us for a short walk around the grounds, and then we had lunch at the Poison Ivy Cafe. The cafe was an interesting space with "crunchy" messages painted onto the walls. I had a nasi lemak, Jeff had a vegetable bowl, and my mother had a mee soto. Most of the ingredients used for our meals came from the farm itself. The highlight of the meal were some leaves fried in tempura batter. It was a good meal but slightly overpriced by Singapore standards.

I later learned from a friend that the real star of the farm is Ivy the owner. Apparently, she is in her 70s, buxom, bubbly, and almost always braless. While I would have loved to meet her, I'm relieved she wasn't there as my mother reacts negatively to braless women; in the 1970s, I remember her recoiling at the sight of Farah Fawcett on Charlie's Angels.Read more