Desserts are a gift to the world. I love them. More so my warden. Though it is a love-hate relationship. We love them for the wonderful sensations they send down our spines, as they make their way to our stomachs. We hate them when we look into the mirror and grab our love handles bulging out from the sides of our waists, threatening to break the zippers of our favourite trousers.
While this is not the first time that I have tried the desserts at the Dessert House, located on the second floor of People’s Park Centre, their shop has certainly expanded since the last time I was there. Business was brisk on a Sunday afternoon and my Warden and I almost could not get ourselves seats.
Traditionally, the staple desserts served here are the famous peanut paste, almond paste or the tang yuan (those glutinous balls) that I used to only get during the special festival as a kid. The range of desserts include other delicacies like “black rice” paste, custard boiled egg, and a variety of different mixtures and variations. I almost had a hard time deciding on what I wanted. They all looked so good! I want them all! If only prices had not gone up 
Other than the “hot” dishes, you can also find stuff to cool you down on a hot Singapore afternoon. They have lychee on crushed ice, ice cream on almond paste, and many more other dishes. I just could not note them all down, nor try them all.
I am sure many Singaporeans have tried the desserts mentioned, but for any of my friends or colleagues I have from overseas, I just might bring them here for the heavenly treats when they visit. This place is near where my office used to be located. Ah the good ‘ol days – brings back so many memories 
October 13th, 2008 at 11:50 pm
Love handles where got burst zips one … so low one meh?!
Anyway. Gocha. Will visit your office and you bring me to eat those. Kay?!
Wait, have we visited that place oredi or we keep talking when we walk pass and never have a chance to try?
October 14th, 2008 at 12:34 am
Yo Wilfrid! Trust me, I burst my pants zip once when I was in Indonesia. Luckily there was a John Little (really!) near my office and I managed to get a pair in a hurry. I remember the tough part was explaining to the sales lady that I wanted to wear that pants out of the shop! I had to show her my old pants zip.
Wait a minute… maybe it was not the fats but something else that bulges!
No I doubt we have ever walked past. The one we went to was along the same row of shophouses as the oily chicken noodle place, where we had lunch many many moons ago.