Compared to the erect confidence of the towering bingsus from most other joints, this contender looked majorly flaccid and lethargic. The mangoes tasted like they have led rather fruitful long lives, while the milk ice positively showered me with unadulterated love from Mummy Cow’s bosom even sans condensed milk. I wasn’t particularly keen on the cloying mango sauce, which was insistent and pushy with its mango agenda without being naturally equipped for it. 3/5