Winter here in Toronto is the type of winter that everyone contradicted with a love hate relationship and Sweet Esc couldn't highlight my experience more.
I love Ice-cream. I'm drawn to its simplicity and perplexed by the endless supply of constantly growing flavors. Tonight happiness was home-made Belgian Waffles crowned with magnificent lavender essence of earl grey ice-cream all over a sizzling hot plate on a cold winter evening.
The melting of the ice-cream to the hot plate, for a brief time, seemed to be offering respite from the cold weather outside. A fixture of hanging decors of light and shadows to the timeless artwork of the clock on the wall turns the place into a sanctuary of warmth you share with the person you bring.
Sweet Esc knows that you can't buy happiness you can buy waffles and cream and that's kind of the same thing. In time waffles and ice cream became more than just desserts. They became touchstones that are almost immediately nostalgic and sentimental to better times.
I'd recommend anyone in the area to try!