
Rainbow After Coffee: Notes from 35,000 Feet and a Toasted Bun
I was sitting in a second-floor café, sipping a jet-black kopi-o and munching on a slab of charcoal-grilled kaya toast. The toast? Crispy like it had ambitions of becoming a cracker. The kaya? Thick, fragrant, made of coconut milk, eggs, and sweet dreams. There was also a cold slab of