I think I must have had stars in my eyes when this magnificent creation appeared at my table. Encrusted with cereal and embellished with tart, jewel-hued berries, the fried brioche is a regal vision. I tear past its impeccably crunchy surfaces to find its innards pillowy and fluffy – these best soaked in dribbles of the vanilla ice cream leisurely melting overhead.

So gratifying in every sense, I found myself wolfing down the humongous slab of toast ALL BY MYSELF, one eager bite at a time until the plate was bare and lonely.

This was highly recommended to me by @therantingpanda, so there was no way I was leaving Bangkok without having a taste of this photogenic beauty – even though I nearly had to because no taxi or tuk tuk driver wanted to take me to Thong Lo, where this cafe is, at a reasonable fee. And I implore you not to miss this either.