On Monday, I had a sudden craving for carrot cake, the one from Coffee Bean, which does more artery clogging damage than its local fried counterpart. With almost 1000 calories packed in a slice, it is too hard to beat.
The two coffee bean outlets near my work place didn’t carry the cakes in the past three days I’ve asked (starting from Mon). By Tuesday, I couldn’t wait any longer so I tried to compromise myself with one from somewhere else. I visited the three Starbucks in the vicinity searching for that ever elusive carrot cake. No signs of it. One of the more informed Starbucks staff told me they will not be offering the cakes anytime soon because of the Christmas season (what!?). I mumbled a quiet thanks. Inwardly, it sounded more like “Are you kidding me!? Could there really be a God? Is he punishing the Deist?”
NYDC offers Orange Carrot Cake and Dome has Pineapple Carrot Cake, which are understandably completely different. In fact, by offering all sorts of variations besides the one I want, they are taunting me.
Anyway, a fresh cake finally arrived at the nearby Coffee Bean outlet today. I had one, no more restless sleep.
By the way, my schoolmates from NTU are all foodie. I sometimes have lunch with those working around the area. The next lunch venue is at Menotti. Italian food. Yum O, my favourite!

