The menu at Demetre's is dizzying. With the gazillion combinations that make up the many fabulous options of "iced creams" served in waffle cones, crepes, and yachts, one can be easily brainwashed into thinking that you want more than you'll actually be able to stomach. And even when you think you'll be conservative (to both your waist line and pocket book), you'll still end up with more than you can finish. Demetre's golden scoop is enormous. I've seen it. He's breaking all of the regulations of the Ice Cream Scooper's Union and he doesn't care.
The other night, with some ordering experience and a few extra pounds of dinner under my belt, I knew that I had to limit myself to the single scoop ($6.50). Served in a warm waffle cone with fluffy whipped cream and a maraschino cherry on top, my mint chocolate iced cream was pleasantly un-florescent and perfectly balanced between minty and chocolatey.
The decor is more Chuck E. Cheese than I would prefer for my dates and late night sugar indulgences, but I've never been there for a fete and that seems to be the only reason everyone else visits. I used to find the random light flickering during the store-wide sing-a-long of Happy Birthday ridiculous, but everything changed when I witnessed an unsuspecting employee gleefully flicking the switches manually to the music. It was amazing. I'm going to tell them it's my birthday next time just so I can watch him do it again.