You walk in and think claustrophobia will strike but instead, a cool air welcomes you. The walls bathed in white and baby colors make you think you’re in a hybrid of a worship ground and your napping room back in kindergarten. You’re not here to worship God. You’re not here to sleep. You’re here to indulge in cups of frothy bliss and deliciousness.
It’s a self-serve buffet. You have the power. You’re in control. Anything you want. Anything you wish. Strawberry, Kiwi, Blueberry—fruits you haven’t seen in a while— all swirl down into your cup and etch a huge smile on your face. You’re not done yet. You top off this edible heaven with purple frogs, chocolate spheres, and any candy of your desire.
The man weighs your option. Could he hurry up already? You’re sure you’ve picked the right choice. If it doesn’t suit you, you could do it all again, anyway. You pay. You pick a spoon and take a seat. The heaped cutlery goes into your mouth. Sweet, crunchy, sour, freezing cold combination of paradise. Yes, you’re in paradise on earth. You make sure to clear your schedule for another visit.
My visit to Tutti Frutti, Wuse II, by Maryam Isa