All sorts of bread. White, brown, wholemeal… Maybe not sourdough.

Before the army of Hong Kong cafes emerged (and made us fat with sinful servings of toast with honey, peanut butter, and what-not) in the last five years, I had this amazing concoction in Shanghai where I was greeted with a huge slab of toasted bread measuring about 30 centimetres in height.

The one I had at Waraku last weekend doesn’t come close, but is enjoyable enough.