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The last black balloon I had was the unflated ones, in a package at Borders. From red to green to blue to purple, I do not recall picking a black one from the bouquet of any restaurant, as a young diner. Probably they'd be unwanted, amongst the repertoire of colours.
Yellow and black. And that's all to delineate new york city, the urban and sophistication and The Cafe Cartel. A distinct but classy combination.
Urban Bread Pudding (Top)(SGD 8.50) and Créme Brûlée (SGD 6.20)
The Urban bread Pudding came warm and toasty complex with many sensations; silky for the vanilla ice cream, savoury, for the bread pudding, and soft, with a yielding bite. You could mash/bludgeon/divide the elements any way you want to eat, like Big Breakfast. The raisins were not fat and rum-doused as described, though. The Creme Brulee was chilled, a weaker contrast with the cold ice-cream but creamy and tasty as it should.
Black balloons in conjunction with Christmas and the opening of The Cafe Cartel, nex.
