On my way back from work to-day, I pass by the pappa roti stand. And lo! For once! Devoid of the usual masses trying to buy the buns.
So
- after months of hearing all the hype about pappa roti
- and seeing the queues form nightly on my way to work
- and readin how people wax lyrical about the subtle coffee flavoured bread and delicate stuffing
I give in to curiousity and buy one.
Oh boy.
What a thwart!
I got a bun that was deep friend enough to soak the small paper bag it came in. With some smidgeon of tasteless custard-like filling. Fried bread? All this hoo-ha over fried bread? What gives?
Gee, to redeem myself I think I'm going to have to devour that packet of peanut butter M&Ms now.
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4 comments:
But you've always loved fried bread :)
argh.
not FRIED friend.
good fried, like delicate french toast...... mmmmmmmmmm.
Oh C'mon- you never give up the horrible bun that comes with the western. :) Then you ask i want mine!
the horrible bun that comes with the western is part of the meal. i am (ahem) reconciled to that.
but OH boy, the pappa roti bread. oh god. *shudders*
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