This place used to be very good. It's been about four or five years since my last visit, and I was very excited to bring my parents and husband here for dessert. It did not go well. My mother ordered the brioche ice cream sandwich. What she got was a week-old hamburger bun that could clean burned-on scum from a filthy roasting pan. It had the exact texture of one of those blue kitchen scrubbers. When I brought it back to the counter to let them know it was inedible, the gaggle of young ice cream scoopers politely accepted it back, not surprised in the least. It was an odd exchange, and in the end my mother got two scoops of strawberry ice cream instead. But the strawberry ice cream tasted like jello mix in milk... I felt awful about choosing this place! Fortunately, everyone else had chosen better than my poor mother! My dad and my husband had the tiramisu ice cream, and I had the lemon. Mine was delicious, and refreshing. But looking at my mom poke at her pink melting mess made me sad :(