Nutella toast with a scoop of Sicilian Pistachio from Double Scoops. The toast was Gillette razor-crisp on the outside with a comfortably buttery core while elsewhere, despite the Nutella layer appearing deceptively thin, it must possess natural abilities of permeation, diffusion or similar as you don’t particularly notice its absence…
– lemon sablé breton, yuzu curd, mandarin orange reduction and yuzu sorbet. Suitably refreshing – save for the bodaciously wince-inducing sorbet (which probably had too much whisky the night before as it was served particularly soft instead of in its usual quenelle form), the other sour elements were restrained in…
TNT from Non Entrée Dessert Cafe. There is enough kinetic energy from all the fizziness from the raspberry poprocks and yuzu form to power a small fart, whilst elsewhere the pistachio sponge smells all masculinely nutty, the lychee sorbet and marinated strawberry basil lend a playful sweetness to the proceedings,…
Cinnamon French Toast from The Halia (Singapore Botanic Gardens) – fresh seasonal berries, white chocolate sauce, Iranian pistachio. The moisture-challenged bread was a non-starter, thankfully made more pleasant by the thick white chocolate sauce which when tasted on its own revealed its happily sweet nature but when applied to the…
Strawberries & Mascarpone from The Disgruntled Chef – pistachio sponge, burnt marshmallow, basil, lime meringue. One for the berry fans – the cooked strawberries are succulent and pleasurably sweet while the Frutips-esque berry jellies will make you feel like a candy-grubbing annoying eleven year old, and together they distract you…
Charcoal waffle with pistachio ice cream from Claude’s. The whipped cream was as necessary as the adjectives “frozen” and “free” when using the words ice and gifts respectively (these are examples of “tautology” – English Language Editor) but the pistachio ice cream was deeply roasty, the waffle as soft as…
Pan-fried duck foie gras with apricot confiture, toasted pistachio and vincotto from Pool Grill. Whilst the outer layer of the foie gras was already soft and wobbly, the core was positively molten liver goodness. A buttery, crusty toast provides texture, and elsewhere the apricot confiture, tasing much like thick purée, prevented…
Pistachio Strawberry Tart from Bakersfield. The tart base was curiously more sultana cake (!) than crust while the pistachio cream, instead of being overtly explicit with shoving its nuts all up our grill, was a fluffy whipped dream of a leader, gentleman and bilingual scholar of high integrity and robust…
Baked Pistachio Melt & Pandan Ice Cream from FYR Cycene Ond Drinc. The green rocky mountain unyields a salty, thick, gooey sea of nutty goodness (with more nuts floating around in case you need more nuts in your bag), and the pandan ice cream was on hand to provide leafy,…