Elven am in the morning, I was wandering around at an empty 8th avenue, while a bakery captured my eye. It has no difference from any other bakeries, but as I stood outside the bakery, the decorations were ordinary. I stepped in, I was attracted by aromas from freshly baked bread. The redolence of freshly brewed coffee spread the whole bakery. People were sitting down chatting and drinking coffee, but there was a long and crowded line that were waiting to be served. Amazed at how can such a newly opened store, was able to compete with all those old and more well-known bakeries. Busy salesladies worked continuously without hesitation. I walked inward, I see a shelf with varieties of crispy cookies and soft breads. I got on the line, I couldn’t wait to try the bread. I looked inside the clean glass shelf, with ordinary breads and some special house breads, underneath was their tagged price. I ordered the Portuguese egg tart, one of the “have to try”. Even before I ate, I already smelled the aroma. It was hot and fresh. It differed itself from other egg tarts from the very first bite, it was eggy and custardy and with acceptable sweetness. The flaky outer pastry crust does not break apart easily. It melted in your mouth when it entered, it was sweet yet craveable. When I walked out, this impressiveness taste remains and even till today.
