I decided I loved it before I even tasted the food. Glass paneling, clean light, toasted birchwood and overt minimalism. This place is the aspiring Scandinavians veritable wet dream. Aesthetics aside, the food is luxurious, in a way that only truly relaxed food can be. You could come for lunch, but I came for breakfast. This sort of pared down endearment goes hand in hand with waking hours, with orange juice squeezed before you (with little bits of pulp that get stuck in your straw – bliss!) and glorious smelling coffee. Lest you forget that we are in a bakery, so ordering the bread selection isn’t a choice to be lingered over, especially a selection this perfectly crispy, flaky, crusty, buttery and cinnamony, with a well endowed slap of butter and homemade jam. If carbohydrates are your folly (well, you really oughtn’t be in here to begin with), the caprese salad is exactly what a caprese salad ought to be – tomatoes that taste as though they’ve just been plucked from a sunburned Tuscan villa, a fresh basil vinigarette and ripe milky curds that insist you to steal your companions baguette to mop them up with.
Po’s Atalier / Cafe Deadend
62 Po Hing Fong