Café 820 (Closed)

One of the day which I did not have much appetite, I decided to try the chicken pie. The dull look described my dullfeeling at that time. The pastry was flaky as I split the chicken pie. A perfect resemblance of a broken heart with (fillings) feelings revealing and flakes (of tears) showering the plate.Another time I decided to have a dessert to cheer myself up. It was as bad as my feelings was. Plain vanilla ice creamwas in fact cooling and calming but had a problem. It was served on a plate and the sliding and flipping of it waslike a blank mind of mine, having thoughts wondering nowhere as the void took control of it. The apple pie was hard,had pathetic amount of apple slices, was quite torturous to eat. With a negative mind, everything that would begenerated by it would also turn out negative. (That can't be helped!)…Read More