Saturday, June 22, 2013
Dessert review: Forget swimsuit season and indulge in Milwaukee Joe’s Gourmet Ice Cream
It's OK to lick the cup.
SOUTHLAKE It’s hot out, ice cream is cold. I like ice cream. I don’t like hot. Who does not love a nice cool and creamy scoop of ice cream? Ice cream is so indulgent. You know it requires a few extra laps around the track, but you just don’t care because it.is.so.damn.hot.
So, you pretty much have to enjoy the ice cream inside or risk its demise before you get to enjoy it. I don’t know about you, but warm cream mixed with sugar that once was ice cream is not my idea of a good dessert. But, I digress. Can you tell I am already over summer and it has yet to begin?
So, Milwaukee Joe’s: I actually heard a few good things about this place and I found myself in Southlake Town Square having lunch one day. Not one to look at an ice cream shop and not go in, we pressed onward. After all, what kind of wife would I be to turn down a man whose only wish was a cone of Butter Pecan ice cream?
The adorable girl behind the counter had no problem letting me sample a plethora of flavors before I made my decision. Ice cream is important business, people. Once it is in your cone or cup, there is no going back. The Dr Pepper was interesting and tasted just like Dr Pepper, but I wanted something richer. Disco Lives was blue, loaded with nerds, and tasted just like Fruity Pebbles, but it just wasn’t the one. I was having a Goldilocks moment and could not decide.
The ice cream scooper suggested the Reese’s and Fudge! Yes, this was it: creamy vanilla ice cream, pieces of peanut butter cups, loaded down with fudge and peanut butter. It was perfection in frozen form. I was in love. I would lick the cup if I had to. I could feel my hips get bigger with every creamy bite.
While my husband (who I am convinced is an 80 year old man with his fondness for Butter Pecan), enjoyed his cone, I was contemplating halfway through my scoop to order another scoop. Just throw it right on top. No need to waste another cup. But, while I thought back to how tight my clothes were fitting that day, I thought better of it.
We live in Texas, and it is ice cream weather more than it is soup weather. So, I say ... indulge. It is summer; you can throw a cover up on at the pool to hide the obvious ice cream bulge. One should not deprive themselves. After all, doesn’t ice cream prevent heat exhaustion? Pretty sure I read that somewhere.
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