The space is oh-so very impressive. The library is the preferred place to sit and the menu and wine list are defiantly inviting. But the food wont knock your socks off. Which is the least you can expect from a kitchen that was put together by Michael Schulson. There isnt anything wrong with the food, mind you. It is fine. But I did expect more than fine. I wanted to be wowed by the kitchen and pampered by the waiting staff. None of which happened.

 The thing about walking into Buddakan is actually walking in. the impressive stairways, chandelliers, the play of colour and light. It is a bit like going to the Royal Ballroom for dinner with the king. The dish is dainty enough and well flavoured, the cut is just right. it just lacks its own uniqueness. There was no signature taste that stayed with me for days after the meal.  

The staff was polite, but my obvious lack of celebrity made me lack lustre to serve which is simply put, unacceptable. That or the space has given way to a certain sleepiness that large restaurants suffer from. On a Thursday night, it was full and buzzing when I went, but I would like to see, hear, feel and smell the place on a tuesday night!