CROSSROADS

Some places endeavour to be a home. At Appetite, that connection forms before you notice—from the minute you slip in the door, having scaled a narrow flight of stairs and rung the doorbell you found waiting at the top. When a member of staff opens the door and ushers you in warmly, you’ll see that the walls are lined with art (curated exhibitions that are swapped out every three months) and the unmistakable sound of vinyl fills the space. You may think for a second that instead of a restaurant, you’ve entered somebody’s chic apartment dressed for a house party. Tucked away in the heart of the hip dining enclave of Amoy Street, that is unlikely, but the feeling is there all the same.

Upon stepping into the two-storey space,