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| - I love the idea of Goldilocks. A Filipino bakery in my neighborhood provides accessibility and instant satisfaction of sugar cravings with a Southeast Asian bend that bound to haunt me on late weeknights, when a drive to Chinatown is so undesirable. I remember being overcome with immediate joy when my fiance told me about the place, scents of cassava cake, red bean buns, and coconut bread rolls stirring up sweet memories in my brain.
I venture to say that my imagination is overzealous when it comes to desserts, being that I consider a perfect world to contain cupcakes as their own perfect food group. And with any imagination programmed to run overtime, a certain amount of disappointment in reality is not surprising. This is the case with Goldilocks.
I've visited the bakery a couple of times, and gotten a variety of baked goods and breads. To say that the raisin bread is light is a nice way of putting it, if lightness means no actual content and enjoyment of consumption. The cassava cake is stale (which is puzzling since it's already refrigerated). I was somewhat delighted to find that the mocha cake roll comes with a list of ingredients, only to discover half of these ingredients were artificial (a second puzzle of a neighborhood bakery that seems to be family-operated).
I probably will not go back to Goldilocks, due to a state of ambivalence. I secretly hold hopes for the desserts, they may be very tasty. But if I try them and they turn out like the others, I may have to give the bakery one star, which will undoubtedly make me quite sad.
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