When told we’re going to Harry’s for lunch last weekend, I was rather taken aback. ‘Cos what else will there be besides “pub food”? And we’re not even going to be drinking. Interestingly, I was impressed by the food served up at Harry’s at Harbourfront. Of course, there was one “safe” option of their Jazz Burger ($22) which was decent – nothing to shout about but not bad. I like toasted burger buns. 
But what blew me away was this next dish: Seafood Mee Goreng (also $22)…
On the menu, it’s stated as “Seafood Spaghettini Mee Goreng” and comes with Singapore-style fried noodles, crispy squid (yah I know right… what combination is this?!), tiger prawns and white fish fillet. I LOVE how there’s not just sliced chili on top but also onions! If you don’t already know, I love having raw onions in my food. 
Sure, having crispy squid on mee goreng sounds weird (but tastes ok), yet what really blew my socks off was the inclusion of something that looked like pork lard or fried carrot cake but was actually little cubes of potato! This is one crazy fusion dish. But I’d like to say that it works. Why? Most of the time we tuck into a meal and shovel spoonful after spoonful into our mouths, without any exclamation of surprise, without having to investigate what’s in the dish, without having to ask our dining partner “Hey, is this potato?” But when tucking into this dish, all three happened.
Here’s the Harry’s menu and pricing:
There’s 1 for 1 lunch special from Sunday to Thursday. So if you’re looking for a place to have lunch on Sunday, you can consider Harry’s.
Now, the food’s great. And I like that they serve complimentary water too. However, there were two wait staff when we visited and while one person was pretty good at service, the other one was horrible. I’ll just use their initials here.
YX looked like a dude from Malaysia – shy, polite, attentive. X seemed like the typical Singaporean ah beng type – loud, slightly rude, walks / talks / moves as if he owns the place.
Upon entering Harry’s, I told X we have a reservation. He asked what name it’s under.
X: Under whose name?
Me: Tan.
X: Tan, is it?
Me: Yes, Tan.
X: Tan?
Me: YES. (thinking “good grief! How many reservations do you have? The place is practically empty”)
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Then we noticed that X has a (BAD) habit of removing plates before everyone at the table is done with their food. I was done with my spaghetti dish but was still waiting for my darling to finish up the burger and fries. X came over, took my plate away and as an afterthought, asked “Done?” I think I didn’t bother replying because he’d already taken the plate and cutlery away, what’s the point of asking after? And what’s with these one-word questions? Shouldn’t he have said “May I clear the dishes? How’s the food?”
Then X went over to the next table where a family of 4 was seated. Everyone except the Dad was still eating. X cleared the table, probably adding to the Dad’s stress level. And X even dropped one of the knives on the floor because he was moving about as if he hates his job. Didn’t apologise to the group for causing the clatter. And when he came back, the young man seated at the table had already retrieved the knife. So X said “Bro, you picked it up ah?”
Who’s your bro, man?
(@_@)
X really thinks he owns the place, I suppose. And to make matters worse, I saw him going over to YX and harassing the dude. Kind of like “Eh, you didn’t hear that knife dropping? Why you never pick it up?” And get this… PULLED YX’s EAR!
At times like these, I feel like it’d be a great idea to have lots of money (Crazy Rich Asian style) so I can make a phone call, buy Harry’s and then go over to X and tell him these three words:
DONE?
YOU’RE FIRED!