Rants. Raves. Lists. Stupid stuff. Inane thoughts. Too many likes and obsessions. Whatever. Occasional contrarian thoughts on books, TV shows, music, movies, the interwebs, pop culture, trends and life. Attempting to live frugally in the Klang Valley (and failing miserably).
A friend was back in town for a short while and long story short, we ended up at Sugar Rush for a few reasons:
It was nearby.
It was open til midnight, and
Climate controlled environment because it's so balmy at night.
Place was quiet, but it was late non-holiday Wednesday night which was understandable. It's located in an old-school (for PJ) bungalow that's been gutted but otherwise still looked the same from the outside. The yard area serves as parking for customers because there's not really a street parking option... but noticed that the driveway and the parking area was pot holed and had to drive REALLY CAREFULLY to not inflict more damage on the car's suspension.
Once inside, the sight of this...
The sign's more convenient.
Because it's in a bungalow, they have space to put out all their cakes on a huuuggee table that you walk around to mull over your cake options. Settled for the chocolate ganache with salted buttercream, which they warmed up a little before serving it to us. The flavours were balanced: for how sweet the ganache was, it was balanced off by the salt in the buttercream. But definitely glad that we split it instead of ordering a slice each. Prices were okay for the portion received, I felt.
No complaints about the service.
I'm not sure if it's due to the mostly black interior (some of the pillars were painted pink, matching the business card on the counter, which can't be a coincidence), but there were also mosquitoes present. So we amused ourselves by attempting to kill the mosquitoes (and failing miserably), even though there were repellents around the place.
Because it only opens at 4 p.m. on weekdays, you can't really go there for breakfast or lunch but they do have warm meals that you can order for dinner or even for supper (guess the kitchen doesn't close until midnight as well?) when one of the staff brought a plate of Eggs Benedict that neither of us had ordered at around 10 something p.m. and later something else around 11 p.m by accident.