Where's Dunlop?

I know where Soo Chow Garden is, how to drive to Greenwood to savour the choc cakes and fresh seafood, where to park when one wants to try the acclaimed food from shops that have sprung up along Purvis Street, where chwee kueh and Rotiboy are tucked away in the back lanes of Toa Payoh, the shortest way to get to the claypot rice stall at Chinatown without having to traipse through the haphazard and intricate maze of stalls there.

But where is Dunlop Street which is just a stonethrow from where I live? Or the eye-brow threading place which so many of my friends patron are giving me rave reviews about? And what about the economical French dining experience at The French Stall?

Somehow, that's what familiarity does -causes one to take things for granted. Or perhaps, it's a case of the grass appearing greener on the other side. Or maybe familiarity tends to breed contempt, so i keep a safe distance so as not to get sick of the place/person.

Food for thought before i go on yet another food trip:P