The layer of cold custard peeking out from under the fruit is the best part.
This delicious "dainty" tasted like it was bathed in Heaven's misty sugarfalls (for this, I think, is what is in heaven, if it exists), but it's actually from Coral Tree Cafe. My only regret? That I wasn't gutsy enough to order my omelet in a cheeky manner (F*U*N*E*X?).
But if you aren't around Brentwood, you can still read about William Beckford's interpretation of food heaven in Vathek:
In the first of these were tables continually covered with the most exquisite dainties; which were supplied both by night and by day, according to their constant consumption; whilst the most delicious wines and the choicest cordials flowed forth from a hundred fountains that were never exhausted. This palace was called The Eternal or unsatiating Banquet.Sounds kind of cool. I think I'm going to start calling things "dainties" now. Anyone listening? I'd like a plate of dainties dusted with powdered sugar, please.