Hunt for Elusive Cheese Cake

Was with Fang eating dinner at Sushi Tei, Holland Village. We were keeping our stomachs half-filled so we could satisfy our sweet tooth with cheese cakes from Secret Recipe. Secret Recipe's having one-for-one for its cakes till end of Oct and the promise of eating something so delectable at half the price makes the thought of savouring it even sweeter.

The only problem we had: where the hell's Holland Grove? That's the place where the prized possessions would be. We combed the entire Holland Village and the closest of our ventures was to another pastry shop called Sweet Secret. (How original! Aiy...)

Asked the waiters and waitresses from English Rose Cafe, Eski Bar (yes, new joint, barely a week old), Al Dente where Holland Grove might be. That's not counting the times we stopped passers-by in their strides. Yes, at the risk of sounding dumb and getting hollered at for wanting to find the elusive Secret Recipe.
(Break-time: Ah-hem..normally i won't do such foolish things, unless someone eggs me on. But yesterday, i was really in an unusually curious mode to find out where that place might be. )
Finally, we asked security guards at a shopping centre. "Oh, it's down at Jelita. Not here. Take bus 61. It's four stops away."

Great! We managed to nail the location. "Scarly we alighted one bus-stop early and by the time we walked there, it'll be closed," i said jokingly to Fang.

Bus 61 came a minute after we stepped into the bus-stop. "Wow, that must be our lucky day!" I thought aloud. Alighted the bus five minutes later at Jelita. Cold Storage, blah, blah, blah. We scanned the list of shops around. No Secret Recipe in sight! Sobs. Tried asking another passer-by before stepping into a confectionary store to ask the waitress. "Oh, Holland Grove? It's one stop away. Secret Recipe? Yes, yes. It's there!"

Ok. Half my words came true. We alighted one bus-stop early. I sometimes really have the knack when it comes to saying bad things to make them come true. I hope this won't be one of those occasions.

The road was dark. We turned into Holland Grove where all the private housing was. Hmmm...what an unlikely candidate for a pastry shop to be located. Three minutes later, a blurry signboard in red came into sight. "Secret Recipe". Yippee! So we finally did manage to find the place!

The place was enscounced in a row of shop-houses. Above them were residential apartments that screamed medieval times. Rather unique i thought and i might like living there. Heehee.
Time check: 8:35pm. Closing time for the place was 9pm. Phew! We made it. Decided to buy some cakes home since it's one-for-one.

"Those will be for take-aways. We'll dine-in for the oreo and raspberry cheesecakes." "Sorry, but we'll be closing soon. So there won't be any more dine-ins." "Oh, really? Really no more dine-ins? Really?" We asked with wide-eyed pleas.

Mission failed. Proceeded to pay for the cakes. Sobs. My smile ended up a pile of mud. "Do you want to dine in?" The cashier and supposed supervisor/ boss asked. Imagine how our eyes lit up hearing those words. "Yes, please!"

Two flying saucers came our way shortly after we placed our orders. The utensils and serviettes came flying after. The oreo cheese-cake that Fang ordered was in really bad shape. My raspberry cheese-cake looks pretty fine though. Hmmm. I think we incurred the wrath of the waiters there for dining in. Shucks. The waiter's face was long and black.

Under the prying eyes of the vultures, we started to eat our cheesecakes. Not a good idea. I wasn't enjoying it at all. One, the service was really bad. Two, we're trying to beat the 9 o'clock hour. Three, I felt bad that we might possibly cause the waiters to stay beyond their working hours on a beautiful sat evening.

Argh. What the hell! We searched high and low for this place and this was what happened! Darn! Nevermind. At least now we know where the place is.

"Hey, hey. Why are the swings swinging when nobody's around?" I asked Fang to divert our attention away from our rather unfulfilled tastebuds and she cast me a dirty look. Oops. Ha. Somehow, I think i've grown out of that "supernatural phase" and making a fun out of it was, well, fun. Eh, just don't ask me to watch horror movie. Not that I'm scared. I've got a weak heart. Also, I'll be re-enacting the horror scenes in my dreams, but the more horried versions. (Yes, I've got the knack for conjuring nightmares too. Don't know why.) So no thanks, still.