Me and the folks dropped by shortly after a happy dinner @ Naive for dessert. We decided on sharing the dessert platter so that we could get a decent sampling of what Obolo had to offer. 2 macarons, 1 slice of cake & 1 ice cream. Pretty good value, we thought.

What we had:
Dome Ambre (Milk chocolate mousse, banana-passion fruit cremeux, exotic fruits gelee, milk chocolate-hazelnut praline fuelletine, chocolate almond biscuit base)
Salted-caramel chocolate & rose macarons
Espresso ice cream

Dome Ambre - Chocolate mousse was nicely offset by the tangy fruitiness of the cremeux (which was a tad harder than it should be) and the biscuit base was a good textural contrast. Came together rather well.

Espresso ice cream from Movenpick. Dad didn't like it but I felt it did the job. What more can you ask of a simple single scoop?

The macarons were the biggest let down of the evening. I'd just had a box of TWG macarons and they were miles better than the hard chewy excuses that Obolo offered. I suppose it's probable that they were left out for a while and weren't as fresh, but I have had day old macarons that were gooey-er and fresher-tasting than those. The rose macaron actually taste like bandung, which is so not good. The salted-caramel chocolate one on the other hand was so tough and dense that it completely went against what a macaron should be.

The other cakes on display all looked properly decadent though and if looks were any indication, they'd all be sinfully delicious, but this review can, unfortunately, only take into consideration what I actually tasted.

The service was completely ordinary, albeit slow slow slow. Other than a table of expats and an obnoxious fat kid who insisted on blocking the entrance in his indecision to enter or leave (and then did the same thing at the cake counter), the tiny joint was empty. But apparently that's all it takes to occupy the 2 staff who looked as if they could barely breathe. When service finally came though, it was polite and relatively prompt, if a bit unpolished.

I would probably not return because of the combination of uncompelling macarons, blah service and back-breakingly long travelling distance. If the service was friendlier or more efficient, I'd probably be willing surmount the distance to travel to sample the other cakes that were displayed so alluringly at the counter. But alas, the above-mentioned factors have all colluded to make my first impression of Obolo a less than stellar experience.