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*
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