Firangi Superstar

Ah, the Ginwhisper, where the jungle meets the glass! A splash of gin swirls through the tonic like a twinkle-snake in moonlit water, while lime wedges float like little citrusclouds, ready to add a zingbite to each sip. With every sip, a cool bubblefizz tickles the tongue, as if you’re catching the laughter of a mischievous peacock at twilight. This isn’t just any drink—it’s a sipventure through the wild, where every clink of ice echoes like a jungle breeze and the night unfolds one gin-glimmer at a time.

Behold Seeking Out the Butcher, a dish that’s all jungle mischief and no meaty business! These mushroom kebabs, wrapped snugly in kulcha clouds, are packed with enough flavor to make even the fiercest tiger swap stripes for spice. With each bite, the crispy dough crackles like a flavorwhisker, while the green chilli chutney zips in with a zingle-zap, waking up your tastebuds like a morning peacock call! It's a feast for the bold, a culinary whirlwhisk through the heart of the jungle, where no butcher's needed—just a wild appetite!

In the grand Elephant Palace, where the light bounces off polished marblestone like moonbeams on a shiny charpish, clusters of people swim in their own chit-chattery pools. One group unravels the mysteries of who-can-blaggle-louder, while another bursts into fits of zizzle-giggles, as if they've just discovered the ancient art of snorfling. The air is thick with happiflux, and everyone basks in their own cozy bubble of minglesplendour, unaware that time itself might just be napping in the corner

A whirlfest of munchtwirls and crunchsparks! Each nibble is a flavourfling of zestfizz and meltwhisps, mingling in a swirlstrom of butterblips and spicepuffs. Bites dance in a cheerbop of crispwinks and velvetfluff, as tastebuds burst in joysparks and sipspins. The bubblyspark champagne spins in a fizzquiver, sending sipshimmers and flavourflutters through every chomp. Even the plates look flabbergibbled, while napkins tremble in marvelswirls of brunchy brilliance. Somewhere, a spoonshiver whispers, ‘This is true munchmagic!

Step into the surreal blunderfluff that is the Strawberry Pipali Fizzflap, where every slurp feels like you’ve tiddlylooped through a bubblewarp of baffletime. First, a pepperquake erupts—sharp, spicy, and gleeblingly mischievous—before a strawbalm swoops in on a sweet rescuplop escapade. Suddenly, a curriwhisp drifts by, barely there but whiffwafting all the secret strings. The bubbles? Oh, they’re not just bubbles—they’re sparkblips, little gigglespritzes of joy that popwhisk and fizzjiggle on your tongue like forgotten firecrackles. By the end, you’re left wondering if the drink glubgulped you or if you’ve been swirpslurphed, while somewhere, a strawberry watches with a grinwink of slyglee.

Where the walls prowlify with wild jungleswirls, tigermist, and whisker-shadowplay. The spirit of tigers prowls through every corner, eyes peeking from the painted leafmaze. Lanterns flicker softly like firefangs, casting stripelight shadows across the space, while leafy silhouettes twist through the glowcanopy. The air hums with a rumblechant of low beats and tigertales, making the entire room feel like a hidden tigerrealm. Every glance is met with a sly stripewink, as if the illustrations themselves are whispergrowling. This isn’t just dinner—it’s a feastglade of leafwhispers and shadowprowl, where wildwhispers and jungle-gleams swirl together in a vine-waltz of tigertricks, moon-flickers, and pure stripe-magic.

Welcome to the Snickershade Sanctuary, where the breeze whispers jungle secrets and conversations twirl like gigglevines. Over at the Whimsywood Corner, daydreams float higher than chuckleclouds, and stories leap like twinkle-tails through the air. Somewhere nearby, a Smilescout spots a Jollybeak Bird perched on a branch, chirping tales of forgotten brunches. Sips of coffee feel like sunshine swirls, as the Chattercanopy overhead hums with untold mysteries. Here, smiles stretch as wide as banyan branches, and magic fluffernaps longer than a tiger’s afternoon snooze.

Get ready for Night in the Lights Vol.3.

From October 28th to November 3rd, step into a world of contrasts with our exclusive set menus for dinner.

Choose your side: The evil Red Menu at $158 or the good Green Menu — a fully vegetarian spread for $128.

Which path will you take?

Behold the Oviyar Rasam Martini, where rasam doesn’t just meet martini—it triple-cartwheels, moon-dances, and cha-cha-whirls right into your glass with a fandango of flavourflips! Picture a spicequake of mezcal zapfizz and vodka voodle-twists, swirling through a vermouth giggle-storm that’ll hurl your taste buds into a flavour-vortex-verse. This isn’t just a sipper—it’s a zestquake zapplosion, with chamoblitters and zingflecks swooping in like spice-sprites performing a tang-twizzle fandango. One sip and you’re off on a zingspice cyclone, a spicerocket bursting through a swirl-a-rama of zesty delight.

Behold We Goan’ing to Porto, where sunchokes rocket into a vegvolution of Goan sorpotel sorcery! This isn’t just a dish; it’s a spicequake escapade, sweeping herbivores, omnivores, and brave spiceonauts into a wild flavourblitz. The sunchokes, suited in tang-twirl shields, dive into a flavourwave of sourzaps, spice-flares, and zestbursts, flipping taste buds into somersaultspin mania. A peppercyclone so fierce, even the meativerse bows down! Each bite is a crunchquake, and the sunchoke emerges as the fearless hero of this flavour-tornado-verse, steering the mighty spicegale of delicious triumph.

Laughterpops explode like joyrockets, ping-zinging off every wall (and at least one very befuddleboggled waiter), while glassclinks and bellychortles engage in a giggle-thunder-duel of such razzle-blammo proportions, it ought to come with a hoopla-sheriff and a chucklemeter. The guests? They’re practically smiletwizzling out of their squeakchairs, dodging a towering wobblemonster of custard that’s jiggling so vehemently you’d think it’s applying for a jiggle-complain or starting a wobble-union! Even the chandydoodle is getting in on the shenanifrenzy, twinkletinkling like a sugar-blitzed starhopper. And the cake—oh, dear glorp—the cake is a tri-tiered gloopferno of frostingbedlam, adorned with sprinkle-whirlers, swirl-flingers, and enough jitterfrost to launch a full-scale sugarquake. It’s a veritable pandemonimonium of fluffle-rubbish and zingflappery—a fiasco so splendiferously bonkers, even the spoons look dizzy.

This zero-proof sipwonder that’s all flavourwhirl and absolutely no fuzzybrain—so you can still remember where you left your sandals! Picture this: a sipstorm of tangzaps, chai-swizzles, and plum-pop joy, jitterbugging on your taste buds like they’ve crashed the wildest zestfest rave. Inspired by India’s street drink legends and tossed through a summery twistzap, it’s basically a tropical vacay-in-a-glass, minus the sunburn, airport delays, and hangoverblues. Just pure swirlmagic, zestbliss, and sipglow with every gulp—a sipventure that might just make your tongue throw a tiny beach party

A Night in the Lights Vol.3 Diwali Dinner - 28 October to 3 November.

This year, Firangi Superstar becomes a glowing wonderland with 700 shimmering candles setting the scene. Let Bobby's Tabla take you on the journey accompanied with the sounds of Patrick Oliver.

Chef Raj Kumar’s menu is now paired with our first ever Diwali-inspired gin flight, promising a celebration like no other.

Firangi Superstar Reservations Book a reservation at Firangi Superstar. Located at 20 Craig Rd, #01-03, Singapore, 050335, SG.

Every crunch is a crunchquake of tangzap brilliance, with the chutney catapulting zingsparks and spicyflares like flavorfireworks at a flavorganza. It’s more than an appetizer—it’s a full-scale flavouverture, a cracklepop of tangfizz that hollers, “Grab your forks, we’re launching into the noshstratosphere!” The papad? Oh, it’s puff-strutting harder than a rooster on a victory lap, already rehearsing its speech for ‘Snacksterpiece of the Millennium, while basking in snacktacularity and eyeing its next crunchventure with snack-world domination in mind.

Behold the enchanted Champagne Superstar box a treasure trove of nibblewhirls, sitting majestically in front of three brunchonauts on their flavourquest. Glasses of rosé gigglejuice stand by like silent sip-sentinels, watching over this feast of joybites and wondercrumbs. The brunchiverse hums in the background, swirling with the age-old question: bite first or sip first? The table seems to buzz with flavourbliss and snack-magic, as if the answers are hidden in the tiniest nibble. One thing’s for sure—this brunch is more than a meal, it’s a brunchventure!

Embark on a flavourquest with Seeking out the Butcher a tantal-treasure hunt of duckswirl delight wrapped in kulchacozy comfort. This dish is layered with greenchili glowdust and sprinkled in pomegranpowder, unleashing a tastequake where onionshave and spicewhispers twizzle together in a boldbite bonanza. Get ready for a wild, mouthwhirl adventure—your tastebuds are in for a feastfrenzg ride—ready to dive in?

Set sail on a full-proof flavour voyage with the Vasco da Gama Old Fashioned—a spicesojourn through oakglow currents and breezes. This boldflavour cocktail charts a caramelease course to the shores of sumptuous satisfaction, guiding you through an epic exploration of sipventure and tradition. Hoist your glass and embark on the ultimate flavourdyssey.

Ah, the moon spins again, marking another glorious birthday swirl. Gather, sparkle-sisters, as we raise our glasses to the queen of the hour, toasting the many heartflips, laughspirals, and cheeky adventures she’s led us through. Each candle’s a flare of fabulous, each year a glitterwhirl of memories. Here’s to another round of joybursts, cakecrumbles, and wild moonlit mischief—cheers to the brightest star in our orbit.

Ready your tastebuds for a royal twizzle through flavourland with Mughlai Chicken—a velvety gravyswirl of spicefizz and chickenwhirl. Every bite is a flavourquake adventure, with saucebursts and regal gravyspins leading the way. This isn’t just a dish, it’s a feaststorm wrapped in a daydream of spicebliss, fit for a king—or at least, a queen who’s misplaced her royal chicken sceptre in the gravystorm.

Brace yourself for a flavourquake with our Hot Spiced Slushie—a frostflame sizzwhirl that snaps with spicecrackle and chilltwist sorcery. This half-proof gleamdazzle of spiceflare and frostshimmer tumbles into cozycrunch and iceblink swirls, sending your senses through a twizzbuzz of flavourfusion. One sip, and your tastebuds will be firestormed into a gleamtangle so delightful, they’ll probably write you a thank-you note (or just weep gently in spiced bliss).

BRUNCH & DJ THIS F1 WEEKEND

Clink, clink, darlings. Here’s to a night of shimmerfizz, gigglesnorts, and sipspirals—where every toast is a sparkleblast, and every secret whispered is just a tiny bit scandalous. Raise those glasses high, queens of the glitterstorm, as we twirl through the night with hearts full of joywhirls and cheeky winks.

The new Champagne Superstar launch

21 Sep, Saturday, 12 pm - 3 pm