The cat (or rather dog) is out of the bag. The Mustard Incident has outgrown its previous premises and now, far too big for its Timberlands, the adored American diner has put down new roots along Singapore’s vibrant Club Street with a brand new name and a brand new menu. But don’t fret; you can rest assured that what’s on offer here is in keeping with the brand’s Constitution: big servings of classic American diner delights, crafty beer, and an atmosphere befitting the name. Put your hands together for The Rockin’ Diner, and keep your eyes peeled like a potato facing the deep-fryer for the this new chilly con incarnation of Singapore’s best-loved hot dog habitat.
The place rename them self and they also relocate Awesome crew & the food was great Will be back for sure , Looking forward being back real soon NICHOLAS 😎
God Bless America, and God Bless Kelly Koh for going to its glittering, surf-studded West Coast (and Hawaii) and bringing back to the Far East’s Singapore all that he loved best about the land of opportunity. He might have had to leave behind his surfboard, but his bags were packed instead with fine examples ladled out of the great big (very big) melting pot of American cuisine: hot dogs (these you may have heard of), the Hawaiian loco moco, and a number of other US-Pacific diner delights. There’s the awe-inspiring selection of artisanal, microbrewed beers, of course (absolutely necessary to wash this fodder down), but the most important thing Koh managed to smuggle across the seas remains, however, his sense of scale: this is a big-hearted Americanophile for whom generous is an understatement when he undertakes to stack a gourmet burger for the hungry punters lining up at The Rockin’ Diners distinctive Club Street premises.
The Rockin’ Diner by The Mustard Diner takes staples of American cuisine that diners often take for granted and works some Maui Wowie magic on them. The fry, so flippantly consumed (though Singapore does have a thing for gourmet truffle fries, doesn’t it?), can be ordered up here wrapped in bacon, or, hell, why not cut the wartime favourite of Spam into wedges and chuck them in the deep-fryer? You may be edging close to a Pearl Harbour of the heart, but it’s surely better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, right? Certainly it’s better to have hunkered down over the humble hot dog given The Rockin’ Diner’s celebrity makeover. These gourmet hounds are made from premium meat and natural casings, and come in a constellation of styles. We like The Frankenstein and the Green Lambton, but the veal variety with foie gras and purple mustard stands out imperiously, vanquishing all accusations that the American hot dog is trash cuisine. It’s food, it’s fast, but by God it’s good. You’re going to want to book some elbow space at this Club Street hotspot for the hallowed hot dog (and a whole heap more besides).