I've been to Cova 3 times in my life.
On the first occasion, I went there out of no choice. It was during the Christmas season and everywhere else was hell packed. Furthermore, I was weary after much Christmas shopping (even though most of my time was spent hunting as opposed to buying). What to do? I ended up paying for some coffee with the main purpose of taking a seat. I forgot how the coffee tasted like, not that it was bad.
The second time I went to Cova was after whacking the gym upstairs. After descending to the ground floor, I experienced the insane combination of exhaustion and hunger. I felt like going home to crash and devour a bear all at once. In this intense moment of decision making, I leaned towards getting some food. Fortunately, Cova presented itself as the most viable option at level 1 - Canele was at a different level that required additional walking.
Apart from the convenience that Cova afforded me, it did not let me down food wise. I ordered the crayfish pasta with saffron cream sauce, which had an uncanny resemblance to the unique style pasta I had at the Hotel Sacher in Vienna, Austria. Ironically, Cova also serves the Sachertorte which made me question whether they stole the menu from the real thang.
Before I digress too much, let me wax some lyrical on my main dish, as most food bloggers/reviewers/critics have a penchant for doing. Bathed in a chrome yellow sauce which was well 'infused' with saffron and yet not 'cloyingly rich', the pasta was 'cooked to perfection'. While being imprisoned in bliss, I savoured every 'morsel' of these yellow ribbons which were 'al dente'. It was served warm, like how baby bear (in goldilocks) would have liked his porridge. The downside however, lay in the chunks of crayfish which lacked the 'freshness', 'intense burst of flavour' and 'crunch'. I hope I don't get sued for plagiarism.
After breaking my duck in my previous visit, going to Cova did not subsequently pose as a difficult decision. This time I polished a plate of mushroom risotto. No description is necessary. It was just good.
Finally, based on what I've read online, Cova appears to be associated with the 'chi chi' (yet another term I learnt from various reviewers) crowd. Although being 'chi chi' is not necessarily a bad thing, there are some who do not feel comfortable being in the presence people like that. I hope that this alone does not deter you (if applicable) from hanging out there because of the vast array of food (savoury and non-savoury) and privacy (if you sit inside) Cova offers.
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