Where Sorbet Rules. Scream.

i went into a little place that served great coffee one morning.
it was in the Temescal district of the town and they served vegan donuts.
o.k. i know a bit more on the back-story on those, but needless to say: they're delicious.
but anyways, i met a crazy bloke who went on and on about starting a sorbet shoppe.
about how someone he knew was a genius sorbet alchemist.

well, he wasn't kidding.
hence, SCREAM now exists.

if you know anything about the crew here, you know that we rock decadence to the fullest.
in that vein, SCREAM sorbet could serve as some patron saint of heavenly, cool tidings.

word.

after a fill 'er up kind of dinner at Zachary's on college ave....
Chicago style stuffed pizza and our share of Fat Tire
(people always wanna order a pitcher of, but Z's frowns on and denies...)

it was time for something light, easy, and well...decadent.
there was no second guessing a trip to SCREAM.

and the perfect selection lay there smack dab in the middle of the shop seeming to giggle, "...you GOT your girl, right here, daddy-o!"

chilled and dressed to kill in gold crinkle and adhesive white print...

Pistachio Cardamom Orange Cookie Sorbet Sandwich.

'Halle-berry-freaking-lujah.'

if you want to sweep someone off their feet through a desert unsuspecting, act like you don't know where you're going one night sometime around Telegraph and 51st and just amble in: "Oh I don't know, I'll just go for the Pistachio, Carda,... Carda..oh just give me THAT one."

Share it.
And if there hasn't been a smooch before this- there's definitely one in the cards after this.

TTFN.

-b