Almost exactly a year after our New York + Extras trip, here is the last post!
Don’t ask 🙂 Instead be distracted by this photo… mmm, creamy goodness!
Almost exactly a year after our New York + Extras trip, here is the last post!
Don’t ask 🙂 Instead be distracted by this photo… mmm, creamy goodness!
Every now and then I fancy ice-cream.
I don’t mow people down to get it. It isn’t my go-to comfort food. When I eat it I like it, but I am definitely more of a pastry/cake/pudding person.
Hot weather helps, but a winter cornet works too.
Over a year ago, I posted about an awesome fro-yo place in Hong Kong: Orangi-Yo. Here you could serve yourself from a choice of fro-yo flavours and then sprinkle with as many toppings as you liked.
H loved the place, and since then, we’ve occasionally reminisced about it, wishing there was somewhere similar in the UK.
The other week, we decided to pop up on the train to Clapham Junction to have a mooch around. Imagine my delight when, undertaking some pre-trip research, I came across a website for a 3-shop chain of self-serve fro-yo places in London!
I was recently fortunate enough to spend a week in Cornwall. My Mum tells me we went there occasionally when I was a little kid, but I don’t remember it. She also tells me that one morning I cycled round the garden on my tricycle picking up crusts left out for the birds and eating them.
Don’t worry, I wasn’t undernourished. Probably just fancied a quick snack on the go…
Anyway before H and I went, I had naturally done some food research and generated a list of ice-cream producers whose wares I wanted to try.
In the end we only managed a few (unfriendly weather conditions in the latter part of the week led to us bunkering down somewhat), but they were all good so I wanted to share them with you.
You may have thought that after our Hong Kong dessert house excesses it would have been inadvisable for us to eat any more sugary delights.
Not so, my health-conscious chums. Wallets and waistline were damned as we devoured some Western-style treats, and they were so tasty that I wanted to share our shame with you.
H was staring at a Tsim Sha Tsui map when he noticed somewhere called Awfully Chocolate. We needed no more encouragement than that to stop by the next time we were in the vicinity.