Dessert’s Bar @ Mont Kiara Shoplex

Who would have thought our paths crossed?

I was running my errands when it happened. It took more than a glance to notice. Not that you were not attractive. In fact, my friends thought you were hot. Sad to say, you were not my type. And you know it.

Introducing oneself is not that difficult, isn’t it? You just have to enter, not too deep, and offer a kind word or two. A smile is always appreciated, of course. I remembered how the cute J-styled staff looked like. On my second visit, she was not there anymore. So weren't you. And the glorious sunshine.

And that necklace? We both knew that it was compulsory. A must, if you must. When the heaving, sweet little girl asked for a donation for a credible charity, who could say no, right? And I placed the token where it belonged. A glow followed.

It’s funny how unexpected dates usually take place in bars. Perhaps under the influence, things are prettier. But here? At Dessert’s Bar? Is sugar the new alcohol? Are colours the new hues of darkness? Still seductive, nonetheless. Especially if it’s red.

What a typical choice we made? Homemade Vanilla and Belgian Chocolate Ice Cream. Quite a contradiction or perhaps an insult to the cutting edge, ergonomically designed furniture in the bar, wasn’t it? Heck, even the martini glass spoke of contemporaneous. But the ice cream tasted just alright. Slightly coarse, the texture. Sweetness was well adjusted but somehow, there wasn’t any reason good enough to distract that moment.

I did not tell you about Ohana-chan. Perhaps the perceptive you would have known. My Tofu Margarita was everything Japanese. The coarse, slightly savoury scoop of black sesame ice-cream. The faint, firm soy-based tofu panna cotta. Me? To add a dash of excitement, there were fruits like honeydew, grapes and strawberries. I liked it. As much as.....

Was there a reason to celebrate our intertwinement? If not, the Grapefully Champagne would have been consumed in vain. The glass was definitely champagne but the apple juice jelly wasn’t. So weren't the cubes of grapes in the jelly. Like some fragments of our conversation, the yoghurt and dried apricot shreds were good complements to sweet jelly. And silence.

We parted.
I promised we’ll meet again.

And what was your name?

Dessert’s Bar
Lot 1A, LG Floor
Mont Kiara Shoplex
15, Jalan Kiara
Mont Kiara
50480 Kuala Lumpur.
Tel: (+603) 62013227
A well-constructed website : http://www.dessertsbar.com

Price:
Tofu Margarita - RM10.00
Grapefully Champagne - RM10.00
Double Scoop Ice Cream - RM8.00

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