How a mashed croissant saved us.

Strolling out of the airport humidity and crowds of people welcome us to the million metropolis Singapore. It is currently 9am and our enthusiasm of trying typical asian breakfast takes over…

Two bright shining words catch our eye. “Best Breakfast”
We enter the restaurant and face a screen that shows their menu in Chinese. Bored of European coffee-addiction we leave our comfort zone and order two Milk Teas. Remembering our dad’s wisdom of not consuming too much ice in unknown places, we order it without.

As if that milk tea was not enough, we proudly add a “Yam Cake” to the order. Absolutely clueless of what that could be.

Starting off strong, we receive our beverages full packed with ice cubes. Confused about the unwanted ice, we hope for convincing food. After a few bites our sights meet. The consistency, the indescribable flavor, definitely not it. Disappointed by this “Not so best breakfast” we look around and notice a native looking lady. Suspiciously she only sips on a can of coke. Leaving us two fighting our Yam Cake and Milk Teas all alone.

Not saturated but too tired to search something else we check into our hotel.

Two hours later we wake up from our extended power nap. The one thing we were specifically told not to do as it should worsen jet lag. This nap took us out of the game. Completely. In the bitter need of energy, we straightly head towards the city, searching the closest European looking food possible.

In utter disbelief we stop in front of a cafe. It’s advertisement shows a “Kroffle”. A mashed croissant prepared in a waffle iron, topped with sauces and ice cream.
What we would call a crime is selled as a “Kroffle” here. (Kroissant+Waffle)

Out of pure desperation and due to an immense energy hole we give it a go. Although not what a croissant deserves, but at that moment our rescue.