Just can't describe how lovely this place is. Honestly enjoyed being here and the milkshakes are too good. I visited it for the first time this week and couldn't stop myself from gulping 2 milkshakes. Do visit this place guys if you'll are somewhere near Pali Naka

I've scrawled out a few words on a pink post-it note with one of the cheap biros dotted around and tacked it to the wall in Makers of Milkshake (now ChillOz) along with hundreds of other such notes. It's very difficult to do poetic or aesthetic justice to anything on a 3 x 3 inch piece of paper. For the record, 3 inches is a guess. I'm currently sitting on a plane, trying to estimate the size of a post-it note and what 3 inches looks like. I'm going for the classic finger thumb measuring approach, probably much to the bemusement of other passengers who would be forgiven if they thought I was sizing something else up! The finished words had about the finesse of "Chaz n Dave were 'ere 2k17." Even still that opiatic-like hit of nostalgia and belonging seems to be mankind's fix in an ephemeral world. Whether it's lovers scribbling a name on the park see-saw, etching a name into tree bark or fixing a little padlock on the Pont des Arts in Paris, man feels it's his duty to appropriate, to claim some little part of the earth. Buying not renting a house? Owning that favourite Carly Simon record on acetate? Or stealing sea shells on the sea shore? This is what makes man conservative, with a lower case C, by having something to protect (quite literally to conserve). For most, this is the nature of identity. I took a photo of that pink little note lest I forget it, although it was gone by the time I visited again. It irked me, but then I quickly scribbled a few more words.  "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.." (Fitzgerald)  I had almost forgotten what I came for: "the reverse juice". Milkshake is the antonym of "juice". In a juice you can mix together a cocktail of goodness, nutrients and health in a glass whereas as a milkshake is a mixture of all edible sins (sugar, fat, lactose) in a glass. The amiable gent asks me if I prefer "thick" or normal. I opt for thick of course as a thin milkshake is akin to warm beer (you wouldn't want one). The sheer viscosity of a thick MoM milkshake is a thing to behold. Full credit to the store for having their own branded ice cream. The only simile which might come close to justice for the experience would be like diving into a cement mixer used to create an edible winter wonderland house and sucking out its contents through a semi -open pipe. Slurpy heaven. It's very hard not to find joy here. Pass it on, boys, pass it on. Yours truly, AA Connoisseur