is the words, in the story told over and over, used to describe the nostalgic taste a young boy, 60 years ago, could best afford the taste out of leftover sugarcane.
The name honors all sweetness one could sense in a day, no matter how slight it is - sweetness is hope to be alive.
/ ปะแล่ม ปะแล่ม / sweet-ish /
1st Branch & Headquaters at Slure Project
Where the community meets over a cup of coffee and conversations begin over comforting dishes.
Focusing on local and oriental ingredients, our pleasure is to serve the most genuine taste - as easing as being home.
Elements in the space are casually, but intently, arranged for the flow; allowing interaction to happen.
Coming in as strangers, leaving as friends.