The leftover cupcakes have been sitting in the fridge for the longest time. Couldn't bear to throw them away since it was honestly one of my best attempts at rainbow fluff but today, I (okay it was my mum not me) decided they had to go.
My face is not reflective of its taste I am just a drama queen.
Heated up three and ate one to test it out. And it was pretty good, but I lie to myself all the time so I meekly asked my brother to be my second opinion.
Now, my brother has, in his entire life, tried to avoid eating my baked stuff because he doesn't like pastries and they probably did not taste all that good before.
Instead of urgently excusing himself to the toilet/ room/ pasir ris, he nodded wearily to the cupcakes and after the first bite, asked if I could get him more.
WHAT A FUCKING VICTORY!
I gave him the full second cupcake and kept the third in a little plastic bag because I wanted to photograph it with my dslr. I walked to my room to get the cam and when I came back, it disappeared.
So I naively and hopefully asked my dad if he ate it because I saw the plastic bag in the trash and he thoughtlessly went no, LIKE ITS THE MOST NATURAL THING IN THE WORLD. SORRY DAD THAT MY CUTCAKES DON'T MAKE YOUR CUT.
I started to scour the house looking for it and my baby brother, curious at why I was running around, at this point asked what I was looking for. When I told him, he sheepishly said, "I ate it."
I AM THE BAKING QUEEN YES I AM MY BABY BROTHER LIKES MY CUPCAKES KIDS DON'T LIE HIPS DON'T LIE KIDS' HIPS DON'T LIE MY CUPCAKES ARE THE BEST THING SINCE SLICED BREAD WOO!
And I calmed myself down with tea after.
La Marelle is a fucking gorgeous place, resting just outside bali lane. A flight of beautifully painting stairs leads you up to their counter, where the menu is simply and unassumingly featured.
I did not expect quality food. After all, the algorithm of all cafes is:
Interior decor (over 10) x location accessibility (divide 10) = Food rating (over 10)
Put it into any equation:
Wheeler's Yard
Thoughts: I would never step foot in this place again. The decor does not make the trip down worth it. This place serves food that belongs in fish bowls.
Score: 8 x 0.3 = 2.4
Hatched
Thoughts: Despite the sky high prices for well, eggs, I would say this place is worth a visit, many times over. Takes skill to reinvent such a simple ingredient into so many delish dishes.
Score: 6 x 0.6 = 3.6
La Marelle
Thoughts: I cannot get enough of the decor and I cannot get enough of the laksa cream pasta. Halfway through the meal I was tearing from the spiciness (I have shit tolerance for spice), but I couldn't stop because it is that fucking good.
Score: 9 x 0.5 = 4.5
Works every time. If they look good, they compromise on location and food. If they are accessible, they focus on good food. If they serve good food, then none of the other factors should bother you.
Also as usual, my rating systems are harsh as fuck so as long as your intended cafe is comfortably seated near a 5/10, it is worth your time. I am saying this because you have to visit La Marelle. So amazingly good. And so pretty it could give visual orgasm a go for its money.
Yum.
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