Brioche soaked in pandan custard, roasted almond crust, auntie Chia’s kaya in the middle. Eat with a fork like you mean it.
Two cousins.
Same auntie’s
kaya recipe.
One of us trained in a Surry Hills brunch spot. The other learned at a coffeeshop on Owen Road, pulling kopi at 5am for uncles who tipped in conversation. We argued for years about whose breakfast was better.
Pagi Pagi is the truce. A small room, two stoves, a siphon bar, and a kaya jar that’s been refilled every Sunday since 1997.