I’m never going to be disabled. I’m sick of being so healthy.

Sometimes you are blessed with experiences never thought possible. After walking around the city of Wroclaw, where my father attended university, my cousin Michael took us to this weirdly hidden student bar on a street you would never find unless you had been taken there before. Only one thing was on the menu; milkshakes. I am weary of things touted as the “best  ___ ever”. So when my cousins exclaimed that this cantina concocts the best milkshakes ever, I was a little skeptical. My doubts were quickly squashed after the chocolate milkshake I had ordered was delivered to our take. It was probably the most delicious drink I have ever had. It was unabashedly magnificent. The ice cream was almost fluffy as it ventured up the straw and landed in my mouth in what could only be described as an eruption of the chocolate ice cream and milk fission that could only have been created by…wait, this is getting kinda gay. Needless to say that now, without hesitation, I would back my cousins claims of “best milkshake ever”.

If this milkshake called all the boys to the yard I would definitely oblige.

The student pub is on the right side of the above picture; if only I remembered what it was called. Love lost yet again.

Here’s to hoping that our paths will cross again. One day.

One day soon, indeed.

What kind of futuristic-year-3000-bullshit is this?!

On the recommendation of the lovely Randall, I picked this little piece of confectionary up from Marks & Spencer:

 

What dragon tears must taste like. Magical.

 

If you don’t know what Marks & Spencer is, it’s like if a Loblaw’s had sex with a Sears, it’s baby grew up to become awesome. It’s got delicious food and delicious clothing. Anyways, I bought the cake for approximately $3CAD, and whoa boy, it was delicious. As you can see from the picture, it’s got two (two!) colours of cake (to be honest I thought I tasted berries and vanilla flavours coinciding with the appropriate colours), and it’s wrapped in a layer of marzipan. It was sweet, without being too sweet, which is definitely a good thing, and sometimes difficult to pull off. I restrained myself and only ate a small piece each day. You know that thing were if you have a cake, and the longer you have it, the more stale it gets? That didn’t happen with this cake. It stayed delicious and fresh throughout.

I need to go buy some more.