Swapping peach chunks for extra-ripe cubes of Ataulfo mango and incorporating a thickened mango syrup into the filling were the only modifications made. And while not a single issue was encountered with the making of the custard cream filling, the choux pastry flopped terribly, deflating into a thin, flat buttery biscuit upon removal from the oven.
- Platform was as serious about their coffee as their name had implied
- Though the listing wasn't particularly expansive, plucking a single order from the menu was no easy feat; multiple items were of interest to me.
And for those that live in fear of insomnia, an extensive selection of teas, tea lattes, and caffeine-free tea lemonades/juices was also readily available.
After much thought, I settled on a glass of Cold Brew. An interesting aspect to note would be that the drink utilizes a different roast than the one used to prepare regular (hot) espresso shots. A lighter roast had been introduced for the scorching summer months, but we were informed that the choice of beans varies depending on external conditions.
Approximately 6 parts crispy, buttered bread and 4 parts oozing, stringy cheese, the savoury little sequence was a small slice of heaven. One cannot even begin to fathom the immense degree of satisfaction hailing from the slow detachment of the external carby components to the insane internal gooey-ness.
Contrary to its appearance, the ciabatta bun was spongy and plush - an absolute dream to bite into. A Teriyaki-like blend of sauce had been adequately slathered on the bun and promptly penetrated the porous underside, locking in the marinade.
While it was evident that the amount of contained protein was quite minimal for a nine-dollar meal, this wasn't a major issue of concern for me. Rather, I appreciated the emphasis of fresh greens, because nothing is more disheartening than receiving a bundle of depressing, wilted lettuce.
A single accessible washroom was found towards the end of the restaurant's only corridor. Its interior was spacious but dimly-lit, shedding enough light to maneuver with ease, but not enough to identify the potential trail of dust along the edges of the walls. Two hooks were fastened to the back of the door for convenience. The toilet was equipped with decent flushing capabilities; backup toilet paper rolls were nowhere in sight.
Matcha easily garnered the top spot amongst the triad, especially given its bitter, digestion-promoting properties. Jasmine had been a pleasant step away from the saturated Houjicha scene, though I would have preferred a stronger presence.
There was no tutorial this time around, nor a comprehensive guide of on-the-beat basics. The length of the dance and complexity of the moves had surged in comparison to my prior visits. Nonetheless, I enjoyed it immensely. K-Pop shall be reserved for next time!