On a Tuesday evening, a small, nondescript, white-walled cafe space near Williams is absolutely packed with people — families with strollers, groups of fashionable teens, couples on dates. K-Pop blasts on the speakers while customers line up to order from a tablet as tall as a seven-year-old. Occasionally, a staff member emerges from the cafe’s kitchen holding towering, domed desserts, precariously topped with a tall swirl of whipped cream. Some of the treats come studded with red bean and rice cakes; others wear shrouds of saucy diced mango or strawberries. They’re so colorfully coated in toppings, it’s hard to tell what hides beneath.
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