sheldon cohen
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A Truly Unbearable Experience at Crèmerie Dalla Rose
How dare you unleash such utterly delicious creations upon an unsuspecting public? I came, I saw, and I was promptly overwhelmed by the sheer audacity of your flavors.
My plum caramel ice cream was, and I say this with the deepest possible sigh, absolutely divine. It possessed that perfectly balanced sweetness, a subtle tang from the plum, and a caramel ribbon that was so unbelievably rich it ought to be illegal.
Seriously, who needs joy and satisfaction when you can be subjected to such unmitigated pleasure? I barely managed to suppress a groan of delight, which, frankly, was quite inconvenient.
And then there's my girlfriend, who, in her infinite wisdom, chose the dark chocolate. Not too sweet, she said. Not too sweet? It was a masterpiece of cocoa intensity, a velvety smooth dream that made me question every life choice that hadn't led me to that moment sooner. Her eyes practically rolled back in her head, a clear sign of the extreme discomfort caused by such an astonishingly good flavor.
Honestly, if you're looking for bland, forgettable ice cream, steer clear of Crèmerie Dalla Rose.
But if you're prepared to face a flavor profile so perfectly executed it might just ruin all other ice cream for you, then I suppose you must endure the torture. You've been warned.