Think the picture is really something?
Wait till you hear of it's to-die-for contents before you jump the gun. Because this waffle, courtesy of the bald man a.k.a Max Brenner is.. wait for it... Legendary. Chewy waffles drenched in a wavy drizzle of gooey chocolate sauce, it's soft texture accentuated by the random presence of carmelized hazelnuts and crunchy chocolate pearls scattered over the two bundles of creamy goodness. And mind you, I'm saying all this based on my tiny bite squirreled off my friend's plate of happiness. You may say that I'm impartial but I would rather think of it as a beautiful memory that can never be tarnished.
Moving on, mine may score less impressively in the looks department; but it certainly doesn't disappoint. Nonetheless, I love surprises once in awhile. And threading my fork through the thin crepe, a smile of distinct lust and covetousness spreads across my face. Warm peanut butter flows (not oozes mind you.. that speaks clearly of the temperature of the crepe when the peanut butter was stuffed in before serving) out of the naked edge. You lick it off the plate together with the toffee-d bananas on the side. The diet can wait. Right now, the caramelized walnuts beckons.
Max Brenner is indeed a rather expensive option for desserts. But all holes burnt in the faithful money-holder are momentarily forgotten when that piece of chocolate oozes with so much pride in your mouth. If only the weather could drop a few degrees and the presence of warm standing heaters roasts the head... that would definitely bring it up an edge... Australia... *sigh*
our night ended here... timbre @ the arts house with the goodfellas. Wicked acoustics and pints of fizzy Erdinger Dunkel. We should do this more often! *hints*
It's 11:20 and I arrived at the crime scene, a whole 20 minutes late for my reservation. Seated amongst a bustle of activity, one can't help but feel a bit overwhelmed.
The breakfast parfait piqued the interest of my dearest dining companion whereas I settled for my brunch staple of eggs benedict. I know you must be shooting the glare now...an accusation of my freaking boring palate. But hey, it was all good in the end with the baked potatoes on the side stealing the show. The only glitch would be the over toasted muffin bases that proved a little too crispy to sink my knife into.
The breakfast parfait ($6.50), a towering layered treat of homemade granola, maple syrup, yogurt and fresh fruit was an absolute delight. The piece de resistance being the bits of dried coconut strewed throughout the granola chunks that boosts amazing flavor and texture. Simple comfort with every spoonful.
Mum remained silent for a good half of the meal, interrupted only by random snorts of delight and nods of approval. Her beef fajita (pronounced as fa-hee-ta)arrived dressed to kill with a lovely generous piece rib eye steak straddling the generously buttered slices of white batard. I gathered that it was delicious with an empty platter being my witness.
Looking for a place to enjoy brunch on a lovely weekend morning? Why not try out Cafe Epicurious? While you're at it, give the Epicurious burger a shot, think monster-sized beef patty, melted emmental cheese and topped with a sunny side egg. Sink your teeth into one of these beauties and your heart will sing a joyful tune well suited for a laid back Saturday morning.
392 Upper Bukit Timah Road
The Rail Mall
Mon–Fri: 11.30am–2.30pm, 5pm–10pm
Sat–Sun: 9am–4pm, 5pm–10pm