Saturday January 4 Cable Car dinner

Lovely dinner high up in the sky!
 Left from Faber Peak after taking a taxi from Furama City Center hotel - $15.  We got there early and they have a roped off section for the diners where we wait until our designated boarding time.  Only some of the cablecars have tables, but it appears they can easily add or take tables away depending on how many people have signed up to dine.
 Lots of little twinkling lights on the cablecars.


 Took a selfie because I wanted some of the city lights behind me.


 The Merlion is the official mascot for singapore, with the head of a lion and the body of a fish.  Can't see the body from this angle.

 This is some kind of aquarium as we saw sharks swimming in the pools.


 Very tasty desert.  I already at the lychee nut and blackberry and another square piece of chocolate decoration before I remembered to take a picture.


 Hans and I each had the salmon dinner.  You pre-order dinner when you make your reservation.  There are 3 choices: salmon, beef or vegetarian.  We got a welcome glass of champagne with our soup (wild mushroom) and salad (petite ham slices, spring salad mix and cherry tomato) for the first course.  That's served and then we go on our first loop on the cablecar.
The salmon was served with a small glass of Sauvignon blanc.  What you see is the actual amount served!  I guess they don't want you to indulge and act stupid in the cablecar.


Overall, it  was a wonderful evening but very expensive.  dinner was $340, two cab rides came to $30, and we splurged on the $35 professional photo.  Could have added a snowglobe with our photo in it for another $15, but not only did we not want that, but it would probably break in our suitcase sometime during the next 4 months.

Since I expect this to be our one and only visit to singapore, we just threw up our hands and let the money fly out of them.

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