Not Even Close
These days, exercise comes in the form of grocery shopping. It is also my way of dealing with BsAs withdrawals, as the food I buy leads to my attempt to recreate the meals I’ve had in Argentina. Or I just like to make a mess in the kitchen.
Two weeks ago, I dropped by Rustans to buy vanilla, how I found myself in the ice cream section is beyond me. Maybe it was serendipity, especially since I made a jawdropping discovery:
I will still be able to have a taste of Argentina in Manila! Gracias, Dios!
I sent text messages to friends about my great discovery. In all caps. Nevermind if a few replied to me saying that Haagen Daazs DDL flavor has been around for years, I was a happy camper. I was so happy that I didn’t even think to buy a cup. Does that make sense? Knowing that it was available was enough to assuage my longing for the best ice cream in the world.
Last weekend, I decided I was mentally and emotionally ready to finally have cup of dulce de leche ice cream and so I went to a Haagen Daazs cafe. I didn’t event bother looking or sampling the other flavors (I’m not even sure if they allow sampling at HD). So, I found myself a seat in the corner, whipped out my phone for the requisite pre-consumption photo, and then it was time to eat.
My first taste didn’t register too well, perhaps it was the excitement. My second try was still anti-climatic. I think it was on my fifth attempt when I gave up and realized that Haagen Daazs Dulce de Leche ice cream doesn’t compare to what they have in Argentina. It was
What a waste of Php 175.