Breakfast! That’s a plain steamed bao, not a mallow. The fabled passion fruit yogurt lurks in the background and every table has a basket of house-made croissants and baguettes. Seriously, I am heartbroken that I won't have this yogurt anymore. They ferment it under the ovens in the pastry kitchen and it's taking all my strength not to steal those adorbs jars.

Before I left the hotel I read a notice in the Guest Services folder prohibiting durian on the premises as the smell offends genteel sensibilities and olfactories. Good :P