Category Archives: The Sweet Life

Pappa Roti

Dubai Mall is my neighbor and my companion. My feelings for the Mall run deep… even deeper then the Down Town Dubai Fountain. With all the love I have for the Mall, there are certain areas that, I admit, I tend to steer clear of - aka the Ice Rink Area.  It’s cold and noisy and it’s cold and noisy! I usually enjoy roaming around the Upper East side of the mall – ie Kinokuniya knee deep in cookbooks. Unfortunately though fortunately, I have recently discovered something so pleasant in the Brooklyn of Dubai Mall, that it makes me overlook any grudge I have and makes it an utter MUST to visit. What is the pleasant magnet that pulls me towards that area nose first? It’s the essence of maple syrup, coffee, pancakes, caramel and waffles all fuse together. More specifically it is the essence of Pappa Roti – the “Father of all Buns”. Walking towards Pappa Roti I notice a very interesting phenomenon which may have evolved right here in the UAE. I call it the 2 Stripe Zebra Phenomenon a la Fauchon and Armani Café Style. On one is side men decked in freshly pressed white Kadoras and on the other perfectly coiffed women in their black Abayas. I am guessing the 2 Stripe Zebra Phenomenon arose from a notion of respect, which I do respect. Dressed in my favorite rainbow tie die shirt I pick up my father of all buns and approach the seating area and think “W hala2 la Wein”. Right, no left, no right eeek I’ll settle for the middle. In front of me, a perfectly shaped bun wafting its unmatched aroma around me, forming a sanctuary to shield me from the cold and the noise. If my post could transfer an aroma I would end this post at just that. I tap the bronze bun and hear a crispy crack. I grab the bun and slowly pull it apart to reveal the white pillowy center. I bite down and it melts in my mouth – sweet but not too sweet caramel and coffee infused flavors. In the center melted butter to make the bun even more sinful. In 10 seconds the bun is no more, my sanctuary is no more and I am no more in that area. We all vanish at once, without a trace but with a smile.
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Krispy Kreme

Other than the random and rare homemade doughnuts I have tasted in the past, Krispy Kreme stands up as one of the top contender for the yummiest doughnuts to me. Driving home on Wasel Road, I almost get into a fender bender with the car in front of me. Why? My attention was instantly taken away by new advertisements splashed across several street lights to the right and left of my car. New Krispy Kreme ads of doughnuts lined up against a coffee cup. But not just any Krispy Kreme doughnuts – MINI ONES! It’s already hard enough to resist snatching up an original sugar glazed Krispy Kreme, therefore in theory their mini counterparts would be virtually irresistible. If you noticed I said “in theory”, because there is a kink in the mini concept for the Krispy Kreme chain. Minimum order is 10. 10 minis for AED 20. It's value for money, but it takes away from the whole convenient / on the go point of having a mini. This then brings me to the realization that Krispy Kreme is actually quite smart, or should I say sly or even borderline devious! They lure you in with their cute, little, mini, itty bitty doughnuts, make you fall in love with them, like an adorable puppy or kitten at the side of the road and then BAM, out of nowhere – there’s a minimum order. I think Krispy Kreme has acclimated too well to the Dubai way with their minimum order / minimum spend rule. Alas, I shal still order 10 cause I’m a sucker for everything mini and itty bitty – well, mostly everything…