You know the classic Simpsons gag? The one where Homer utters "Mmmmmmm...*something*" as drool drips down his chin and his eyes glaze over. I think I had that same reaction in this Coldstone during a late-night jaunt with friends. I don't know, I might have blacked out. I just remember the sugary, orgasmic bliss that I was shovelling in to my mouth at light speed (first record ever attempted outside a lab or super-collider). I had the Cake Batter Delux and a swipe of the icing off my friend's Sweet Cream. I didn't know that red velvet could be elevated to this level. The icing was that perfectly artificial kind, the type Riverdale Moms turn their noses up at as they serve their children quinoa and organic yams. The cake was pretty standard frozen fare, the same kind you'd expect from a Deep n' Delicious cake and for the sake of sounding clichéd, the chocolate cup wrapped it all up.
Now excuse while I hunt for couch change to finance my next half dozen which I may or may not parcel out over several days.