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| - The ice cream at Dutch Dreams has a unique milkiness to it that's not to everyone's taste, and lends itself freezer burn.
It is almost as if it is one step between ice-milk and ice-cream. To my taste Dutch Dreams ice cream tastes like a thicker, souped-up Blizzard or McFlurry soft-serve.
This higher milk:to:cream ration can lead to some crystallization for flavours that aren't as popular and sit in the freezer longer before they've been used up.
All in all, although everyone we know goes on and on about them, my wife and I have never been fans.
I think a lot of Dutch Dreams' appeal stems from its constant line-ups. Usually this is the sign of a top-notch place. This may be the case here, but I'd argue that it is derived just as much from popularity as from a) the store's terrible layout, b) the staff put tiny pieces of fruit on each cone, which often takes longer than scooping the ice cream did, and c) and mind-bogglingly slow staff that forget who they are serving, what you wanted, who has paid, and don't know how to keep a line going. Those three factors ensure that lineups are a permanent fixture regardless of the time of day or how many people are in the store.
Give these guys credit though, when you get a scoop at Dutch Dreams you get a big huge scoop.
They're not stingy like the guys at Rococoa on Rushton. That place is ridiculous.
I originally came on to review Rococoa, where the other day my wife and I paid 11$ for two single scoop cones that were truly single scoop - you know like a golf-ball sized amount of ice cream that dropped so far into the cone that it was embrassing and infuriating ... it was so bad we even said "that's it?" to the server.
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