That’s why I knew that if we both settled on a dessert spot it was bound to be good.
We stopped in front of the Bio Cafe, possibly drawn to the earthy, pure, magnetic goodness force the place was emitting. The name alone should have warned me, as everyone knows that anything “bio” is little more than healthy mush. And when it comes to bio dessert, it’s like healthy mush with carob chips and dried fruit.
But somehow the excitement of seeing old friends clouded my judgment, and I pushed Yukiko and her husband inside.
What a mistake. The picture above is of our four desserts: all-natural, no-sugar, red bean cheesecake; no-flavor pumpkin cake; a taro flan (what was I thinking?? I HATE flan); and a profiterole with cream made from a well-treated cow who was massaged and loved before being pumped for his milk.