-> Yeah, like these stuff actually need an introduction. Soft, fluffy custard-y goodness that's dangerous to boot. Why? Well, it may be just warm on the outside, and any unheeding mortals would just pop one whole custard puff into their mouth, and before they knew it, their tongue would be brutally scalded by the molten lava-like hot custard interior. The bakery had to put up a sign, "be careful, inside is very hot" as many have fallen victims to this heavenly yet ruthless, blistering treat.
There's something industrial-ish and mass-producey about these puffs - they're made using a big, scary iron puff machine. Quite a common sight in East Asia, but one-of-its-kind in Sydney. This machine emits a ginormous amount of heat and despite its automated nature, needs constant manual attention. That's precisely why the mortal unlucky enough to man this thingamajig (and also serve the customers) is always in a foul mood - uncommunicative, barely a sliver of smile or a word of thanks to the customers.
Anyway, Emperor's puff is still a gem of Sydney's Chinatown - attracting a bee-line especially on a cold night.