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| - When I think of 'Demetre's' (as it is affectionately known by us 905ers), I am suddenly transported back to my wild high school days, when a crazy Friday night constituted of a Tim Allen movie at the AMC Winston Churchill and an ice cream-topped crepe at Demetre's.
These days, my visits are much rarer, what with many cheaper and just as tasty ice cream options in the big city. However, swinging by here off the cuff at about 11 pm on a weekday night proved to be quite a tasty treat! I can't imagine how I ever managed to handle one of their monster platters of cake/crepes topped with heaps of ice cream, so this time, I went for a single scoop of strawberry ice cream.
At about $7, it ain't cheap, but you get WAY more than your average scoop. It is served in a freshly made warm waffle cone that has to sit in a sundae dish to handle all the ice cream they'll pile in, topped with whipped cream and a cherry. Sweet, deliciously creamy, and oh-so-much of it. I normally finish everything, but even some of this had to be left to melt in my dish.
Service here is, unfortunately, pretty lackluster. It appears to be run by a bunch of dudes who meander about, and it'll take forever to flag one of them down. There were a couple of birthdays here, and it's cute that they play a pre-recorded birthday tune while flickering the lights (note: manually - and worth a good laugh to witness) throughout the restaurant, though they pretty much just drop off the sparkling dessert and get the hell away from your table without so much as a smile or "happy birthday". So imagine what it's like when it's not EVEN your birthday.
However, for a late night run and a cheesy place to have good ice cream, it's A-OK, just keep your service expectations low and savour the good stuff when it arrives.
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