There is this scene in the anime version of Avengers that has this character at a cafe. Why he's there, what he's there for, I don't quite recall, but the significant part of this scene lies in the presence of Iron Man sitting on his shoulder- and the fact that he's eating six bowls of dessert. Now, this character is usually disciplined, and so to have succumbed to the deliciousness of the little glutinous rice balls, and to have eaten that many bowls in one sitting only means one thing.
It means that there has to be something very delicious about it, and that it's no use just seeing a character enjoy it onscreen, and that you've got to go try it out yourself.
Today we wanted dessert.
Specifically, we wanted dessert at the Japanese cafes.
So after sharing a pizza of salmon and avocado at Shokudo Cathay Cineleisure- a diner on the upper floors where sunlight streams through the glass windows and where you can look across to the Singapore Power Building- we had this.
It means that there has to be something very delicious about it, and that it's no use just seeing a character enjoy it onscreen, and that you've got to go try it out yourself.
Today we wanted dessert.
Specifically, we wanted dessert at the Japanese cafes.
So after sharing a pizza of salmon and avocado at Shokudo Cathay Cineleisure- a diner on the upper floors where sunlight streams through the glass windows and where you can look across to the Singapore Power Building- we had this.
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| matcha, mochi and azuki beans! |
A snow-covered mountain of sorts that is soft, snowy, melting and faintly sweet, topped with little drops of azuki beans that look like gorgeous rock formations. A mountain which sits atop a bed of matcha shaved ice and which has surrounding its base, mochi coated all over with matcha powder, little mochi balls, and neat cubes of matcha jelly . Oh, and one little chestnut on the summit.
I got the chestnut. :)
Later in the evening, we were at Vivocity, and if you've been to the mall, you know that there're a few dessert cafes on the ground floor near where the water is. If you haven't been there, now you know.
Amongst all the cafes there's this one called St. Marc's. It's a cosy place, with warm lighting and comfortable chairs and like what most Japanese cafes have, a glass counter-cabinet at the entrance where bright, pretty models of their offerings entice you to enter and enjoy.
We stood there awhile, trying to make up our minds whether to go for the crepe or the waffle or the other desserts, until finally we decided on the waffle.
It was a good choice.
Thick, crispy and buttery, the waffle was served warm. There was a huge vanilla soft serve plopped atop, there were azuki beans nestling snugly at the side like a scattering of volcanic rock pebbles and cascading down the soft serve like a sprinkling of snow there was a scattering of rich green matcha powder. The flavors were wonderful. The vanilla was rich, the matcha tinted slightly bitter, the waffle buttery, the beans distinctly sweet.
And best of all, because the soft serve melts real fast, we ended up having great fun eating it, which, if I recall correctly, went something like this: A dip of the fork at the tip of the summit, a flick round the swirly, whirly curves, one little dollop of soft serve then knifed onto a single waffle square.
I got the chestnut. :)
Later in the evening, we were at Vivocity, and if you've been to the mall, you know that there're a few dessert cafes on the ground floor near where the water is. If you haven't been there, now you know.
Amongst all the cafes there's this one called St. Marc's. It's a cosy place, with warm lighting and comfortable chairs and like what most Japanese cafes have, a glass counter-cabinet at the entrance where bright, pretty models of their offerings entice you to enter and enjoy.
We stood there awhile, trying to make up our minds whether to go for the crepe or the waffle or the other desserts, until finally we decided on the waffle.
It was a good choice.
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| hello, powdery icy buttery waffle |
Thick, crispy and buttery, the waffle was served warm. There was a huge vanilla soft serve plopped atop, there were azuki beans nestling snugly at the side like a scattering of volcanic rock pebbles and cascading down the soft serve like a sprinkling of snow there was a scattering of rich green matcha powder. The flavors were wonderful. The vanilla was rich, the matcha tinted slightly bitter, the waffle buttery, the beans distinctly sweet.
And best of all, because the soft serve melts real fast, we ended up having great fun eating it, which, if I recall correctly, went something like this: A dip of the fork at the tip of the summit, a flick round the swirly, whirly curves, one little dollop of soft serve then knifed onto a single waffle square.