It was a last minute late night decision. And with many impromptu decisions that we have made to head out for dessert somewhere. Usually there is a wealth of dessert places open at night in Adelaide from Wednesday night onwards, not so much on Monday and Tuesday nights. The night we decided to meet up for desserts was, unfortunately, on a Monday night.
After some googling and discussion, we decided on The Second Floor Lounge. Durian lovers in Adelaide, this is the place for you. Their most popular desserts on the menu were obviously their durian ones, according to the guy who weas serving us. So much for a place specialising in durian desserts, out of the four of us, only one person was a durian eater. The rest of us heard ‘Durian?’, CRINGE. No thanks.
I ordered a pandan waffle, which came with vanilla ice cream and strawberries. It was good, but it wasn’t the best waffle I’ve had.
The self saucing chocolate cake was chocolaty and moist. However, it wasn’t self saucing despite its name. We cut into it, and waited for the chocolate-y goodness to start oozing out. Okay, maybe we didn’t dig deep enough, tried again this time cutting the whole cake in half. Nope, nothing. The cake had been overcooked. If it were just an ordinary chocolate cake, it made a yummy chocolate cake.
Last but not least, the durian eton mess. Sash looooved this. The durian stench was strong like how every good durian dessert should be. Durian lovers know this, the stinkier the stench, the better. I watched Sash lick her spoon clean. Try to imagine her breath in the car, on our way home, despite the mentos mint. Omg. I resisted the urge to stuff gum down her throat.