Eat Me café can be described simply by the saying “far from nice” which also describes many of today’s lonesome teenagers who goes just about everywhere in Birkenstock and pants shorter than Schwarzenegger’s speedos. I must commend on their bravery to incorporate local flavours into Belgian waffle, just leave mine unburnt. As for their coffee, there is nothing to note since they are as nauseating as cellulite tights that goes through those pants.
3 Bags Full is no more than an overhyped waffles house that churns out mediocre dishes and equally disappointing cappuccino. I managed to finish their priciest waffle on offer simply because I was on the verge of surviving one of the greatest famine yet having caught in one of Kota Damansara’s unpredictable traffic jams.
Second Sunday’s kitchen closes after 5:30 in the evening leaving patrons with the choice to a miserable array of cakes served with a mix of overly loud teenage crisis song choice. Their espresso and milk coffee is rather special where it taste disgustingly acidic on initial sip and got better as it goes but I just cannot come about to finish it entirely. Believe me, I’ve tried.
These cafes may look positive on social networks and on websites owned by corrupted bloggers to display heavily post-edited photographs accompanied with obscurely positive words. Then again, they are meant to draw hollow souls into feeding their social media like parasites leeching off their equally sorrowful hosts.
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