There’s a place called Dazzling Cafe that I kept seeing on my Instagram whilst I was in the UK. There were pictures of these giant, thick bread pieces of heaven, topped with ice cream and all sorts of goodness. I sent MIng a picture with tears in my eyes because I was so far away. She told me that the original was in Taipei, and the queue in Singapore is so long because of the hype (Singapore just loves to queue) that we may as well go eat in Taipei. Welllllll okaaaaay!
There are a few of them scattered around, and after going to a shopping mall where it closed down and my heart shattering, we finally got there. Hooraaaaaah!
There was no queue in sight, which was good!
…. But there was a waiting list. Half an hour. Well, at least we had a reaaaaally good chance to get to look at the menu!
ALL OF IT. GOOD GOD I WAS HUNGRY.
You’d think by that time our table would be ready, but we actually left the shopping mall to try and see if I could get my phone fixed, then came back before we got the call.
Finally we sat down. It was happening!
And with my favourite gorgeous people! (Minus Papa Bridges, obviously).
We ordered. Then waited. And waited. And waited. I love these guys, but there’s only so much conversation I can make when I’m this bloody hungry. It turns out they forgot to put our order in, because usually they give you the receipt right after you order, but they gave ours to us about 25 minutes later when we asked where everything was. Are. You. Kidding. Me.
At LONG LAST things started to arrive. Mum and Boy took a look at the slushies on the menu and the rest was history.
Since it was lunch, we decided on a few savoury choices before our main event. We were hungry. Well, I was.
First, Truffle Fries. Obviously.
Mum also spotted her favourite, which was pasta with seafood.
Boy spotted a Philly Cheesesteak. He’d never had one before and I explained to him that it was steak and cheese in a roll. I teach him so much.
He also went for some wingzzzzzz.
THEN IT HAPPENED THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD ARRIVED ON OUR TABLE.
We discussed with the waitress for a while about popular orders until we nailed our two orders. The first was the Hazelnut Chocolate Honey Toast. Holy crap.
Next, the Strawberry Lover Honey Toast.
Just look and admire these beautiful bread sculptures for a wee second.
And inside? There’s actually a big hole, filled with cut up bread chunks.
Never. Ending. Goodness.
The Hazelnut was my personal favourite, but there were mixed views all around the table.
We were pretty annoyed when we had to wait a million years, but our anger melted away like ice cream. In our mouths.