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| - I had passed by the colorful exterior of The Big Chill a couple of times on my way home from work, and always liked the cut of it's jib. It's very inviting, there are benches and children's furniture outside, a giant colorful mural, and a luminous blinky sign out front. Even Cadillacs for toddlers! Any establishment that allows toddlers to live out their not-yet-developed Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre fantasies (http://bit.ly/snpdre) is a-okay in my books. So, when it was suggested we (not the royal "we", I had company) go for Ice Cream on a warm but breezy evening in May, The Big Chill was the first place I thought of.
At first the selection was a little daunting, they had everything from standards (Chocolate, Vanilla) to a little more custom (Nutella), to a section they called "Exotic Flavors" (which I of course, first misread as "Erotic Flavors"). Thankfully, like any Ice Creamery worth it's big bag of rock salt (http://bit.ly/ZdnRW), the clerks were keen to offer free bite-sized tastes. All in all, the clerks there were very jovial (in the standard sense of the word, meaning joyous, or in good spirits, not my traditional use of the word, meaning the act of referencing or otherwise bringing Bon Jovi into a conversation) and helpful, which added to the warm, friendly atmosphere.
After a sample taste, I opted for their "Chocolate Peanut Butter" (http://bit.ly/pbmf) flavor. It was rich and smooth and just the right consistency - Soft but not too melty. Some of the best Ice Cream I've had in recent memory. They even topped it off with a mini-Oreo on top, and offered whipped cream, which I declined. Nice little touches like these go a long way.
We stepped out into the warm patio, and reclined in a couple of muskoka chairs. Bathed in the light of the bank across the street, and as the soundtrack continued on with selections from The first Strokes album & Gorillaz, we ate our cones and pretended to be at some cottage getaway of an imaginary rich friend we didn't much care for. There was magic in the air.
At around 10pm the workers started to clear away all of the children's furniture from the front patio, which made me briefly imagine that from 10-12pm, The Big Chill becomes an Adult's Only Ice Creamery. The workers would roll out polls and the soundtrack would change from New York hipster to dirty south crunk. I have to say, if they HAD gone that route, and become the Princesses (http://bit.ly/9MwwQ) of Toronto Ice Creameries, I would have at least stayed for another cone.
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