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| - I went here in the summer with my cousin who was visiting Toronto and really wanted to come here. With the line up being half an hour, I wouldn't have waited had it not been on her tourist wishlist. We waited and we're excited to see all of the flavours of ice cream and cookies. We planned to share so we got a Taro macaron sandwich with Taro ice cream (yup we're Asian and love our purple yams) and we got a cookie sandwich with cinnamon crunch ice cream. They looked glorious, esp the macaron sandwich. We left the crowded storefront and found a bench on Ossington. After a few cheesy photos, we dug in. After a few bites in silence, we slowly put out our verdict...hmmm...it's sweet...this is kinda messy to eat...hmm the ice cream is just ok, until we both realized we were on the same page --we really didn't like it, either of our choices. It was just humbling to admit that we hated something that we waited half an hour for, and was 'proud' to get after ordering, like we earned it or something. But no --the ice cream did not have that pure taste that homemade ice cream should, it didn't taste fresh, but rather gummy, it was overly sweet, and was just bad. The cookies also were not good. They were not hard cookies, but they weren't soft either. Nothing chewy or gooey or fresh-baked comfort vibes here. To bite into the sandwich, you have to bite hard enough that it forces the ice cream filling to slip and squeeze out. Pls understand, that my cousin and I love to eat, we love sweets, and especially love enjoying them together. But we were so turned off by how bad this was that we were offering the other to go ahead and finish it, meaning, we didn't even want to eat it and finish this ourselves. With immigrant parents, we of course, finished it, but only on principle, not because we wanted to. I will definitely not be back with so many other ice cream and cookie options that are much more superior around.
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