Urth Caffe is favored by too many bobos, or bourgeouis bohemians, for my preference. But on a drizzly Saturday, after a couple of hours roaming around an architecture and design trade show in Santa Monica, it was the perfect place to sip chai and snack on coconut custard pie. The graham cracker crust tasted like cookies that were thirty seconds away from being burnt. The bitterness set a nice foundation to the rich filling of shredded coconut, milk and eggs. June-chan said she wouldn't have eaten the coconut custard if I hadn't suggested it. I never knew such a treat had existed. Using the same logic applied to my eel and foie gras discovery, I figured that if I love coconut and I love custard then I would surely love coconut custard.
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