A Proper Slice of Chocolate Cake

It stormed for hours before dinner at Open Farm Community. The dog was so frightened that she pooped out the puppucino from the morning. She isn't intolerant to lactose, but her anxiety caused her indigestion, and everything came out in a chocolate puddle on the floor. Not the carpet, thank god. 

The man wasn't home. So I took a photo of the brown custard pudding the dog made for her Daddy. For your sanity, I shan't include a photo of that. I did put it on the dog's IG though. (This is a one-off shitsplosion. She does have issues with excitement and anxiety pooping. Her poop was per normal-solid the next morning.) 

When the thunder stopped, the dog also stopped shivering. By dinner, she was all right, and was happy to snooze under the dinner table. The 'light bites' really filled us up! Ordered every starter on the menu, as well as roasted garlic focaccia. Those were delicious. I liked my braised local eggplant with green jackfruit, cashew and wild pepper, as well as the red snapper ceviche with buah keluak, ginger flower and lime.

However, the garden pesto pasta was horrifying tonight. It neither tasted like pesto pasta in any proud Italian restaurant nor like any of the previous versions this restaurant had trotted out. To us, tonight's version was inedible. I was extremely disappointed because it used to be so tasty. Tonight's pasta was mushy, way under-salted and terribly minty. We were quite certain that the kitchen used Thai basil or holy basil or red rubin basil, or a mixture of everything in the wrong ratio which all ended up tasting very herbal and sharp. It was nothing like the pesto pasta I expected. The pasta itself was mushy, wayyy overcooked. UGH. Perhaps some people might like this... refreshing take. But this was one experimental dish that we couldn't appreciate at all. Luckily for us, everything else was decent and enjoyable. 

The dog was happy to be out and about at Dempsey. Took a short walk before and after dinner. She loves that smell of grass and mud after the rains. It took a lot for us to stop her from rolling about in puddles and mud in the fields. After cleaning up liquid poop in the afternoon, I wasn't in any mood to also clean mud off her leash, harness and collar, or to have to bathe the dog at 11pm. 

The table made it to dessert and  shared other scoops of ice-cream, and the super fun and tasty Guavanut, which was served in young coconut, pink guava sorbet and a kaffir lime cloud. The man didn't get any birthday cake this year either. Oof. Thanks to the restaurant's thoughtfulness, at dessert, the man got a birthday candle, and a proper slice of chocolate cake and a scoop of ice-cream.