Peaks and crags of finely shaven ice, stained with the lurid pink of rose syrup, the pearly white of condensed milk, and the final flourish of a spoonful of creamed corn, this is what my ice kachang dreams are made of. Buried under the avalanche of snow were chunks of grass jelly, red bean and even a stray longan. When it comes to this local dessert, less is more for me.

Taste: 3.5/5