Last Saturday, Rose took us to a little cafe in the Sunset District, named "My Favorite Cafe".
The ambiance is nothing to write home about.
Oh, but the food...
Dan ordered french toast. It was stuffed with nutella (chocolate paste, for deprived readers), and drenched in melted butter and maple syrup.
If this were an American cafe, it would be of artery-clogging density. But because this was made by a chinese cafe, it was light and perfect.
It seems I have an Asian dessert fetish.
In keeping with this, even though I was already sneaking bites from Dan's gorgeous French toast, I still ogled the strawberry dessert ten inches away.
The "strawberry delight": strawberry jello, strawberry ice cream, with fresh strawberries.
The coup de grâce was a dish named "stewed papaya with snow frog".
"What is snow frog?" asked my non-Chinese companions.
I looked at the chinese translation on the menu. It also said "snow frog", in Mandarin.
We asked the waiter. "What is snow frog?"
"Frog ovary," he said.
We thought he must be joking, since the dish is only $6.95. Surely frog ovary costs more than that!
Then Dan googled on his blackberry, and the waiter was correct. Snow frog is a white, slightly gelatinous substance.
It tasted like jelly.