Thursday, September 25, 2014  

[Ode to an ice-cream bar...]

I first saw you on a flight to the United States about fourteen years ago. When the stewardess handed you to me, I had no idea what you were. For some reason, instead of your familiar packaging, a plain white wrapper was used instead.

It was one of the best things I've ever tasted.

Since then, I've been on the look-out for you at my neighbourhood supermarket, but you've never appeared. Who knew that the next time I would see you would be this past May in Dubai.

I finally found you in Singapore. At Cold Storage Anchorpoint.

^^^ by Locksley @ 9:30 PM. 0 comments.
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