One of the first things I did when researching London was check with my friend The Urban Grocer, to check out what hip and trendy food she thinks I should put into my face...
...and as always, she was stacked with great (and tasty!) ideas. One of the places she mentioned is The IceCreamists!
It's sort of a punk rock version of an Ice Cream Shoppe...
Oy!
These are the guys who made a big splash over Breast Milk Ice Cream a few months ago, so I was definitely looking forward to the experience--although I am not man enough to handle the Breast Milk Ice Cream. (I'm adventurous, but I must draw the line somewhere. Somehow. Right?)
The interior of the place is pretty magical...
...and even the bathrooms are full of nonsense:
With the men's room featuring this on the door...
...and the ladies' room adorned thusly:
As seen on the back of the toilet!
But the main attraction, obviously, is the ice cream. We each ordered a trio of tastes so we could sample them all (aside from the breast milk. Because, seriously...) Our orders showed up with sexy black cones atop the delicious creamy dream...
I ordered mine with caramel sauce, because I'm somehow not quite fat enough yet...
To be fair, after the 12 days of nonstop boozing, I just assumed this was how we do things here.
With each bite, more and more yum entered our mouths...
It was unbelievably tasty...
And we ate as much as we could...
...until one by one...
...we all perished while eating...
Some more than others, clearly.
Aww see I'm an icecream specialist .. I SHOULD have been there Wah!
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