With school holidays approaching to an end, I realised that my little brother needed a story for his weekly show and tell and thus the expedition for some cream began. We started at what I believe to be one of the highest froyo per capita areas in the land (Melbourne Central). After making a fast escape from those froyo girls wearing second rate smiles while trying to entice us to try their poison, we found ourselves deep within China Town and safe. After help from a local man, he pointed us into the direction of a shop that had one cream that in his own words, people from all around China Town travelled just so they could see it. We had a brief discussion to him about our travels and the difficulties we had encountered, before resuming the journey. Finally, we arrived at this nifty little asian store where we decided to play it safe and buy just the one and share it. The flavour on hand was Green Tea Ice cream, and for $2, instantly we realised that McDonalds sells a similar cream but just vanilla for 40cents. Unfortunately, the extra $1.60 was not worth the flavouring of Green Tea. However the experience of raising the next generation of creamers was one that no cream can amount for. After all sometimes a cream is made that much better because of the people we share that moment with. Just glad, I raised two brothers who are as Anti-Froyo as us. Remember gentlemen you are only as strong as the latest cream you consumed.
Posted on: Wed, 01 Oct 2014 08:23:58 +0000