I come for the ice cream. I end up buying half the store.
Okay. So KIlwins has nailed the art of enticing people into the shop. I bet half of their customers had no intention of stopping for dessert until they were lucky enough to peer into the glass windows that face out onto State St and expose tray upon tray of freshly dipped and decorated caramel apples and just-crafted chocolates. That's not to mention the ethereal smell of caramel and sugary goodness that wafts itself out onto the sidewalk and connivingly begs you to enter the shop. Wow.
Now the caramel apples they serve up are anything but ordinary. I've seen glorious flavors such as a sea salted caramel...apple pie...peanut caramel...uh, one of each please.
And aside from the always wonderful chocolates, toffees, and fudges, Kilwins has some mighty fine ice cream. I am admittedly hooked on the Cinnamon Crumb Cake. When you combine hefty doses of both cream and cinnamon and then intersperse crumb cake pieces throughout, you've got a cup of something resembling ice cream, but tasting much more like the best cinnamon roll ever. So preposterously good.
Thank you Kilwins for feeding my addiction.