This simply means that there ought be to some degree of caution exerted when strolling along major arterials while distracted. That, or be prepared to suffer the effects of seriously painful ankle-rolling.
As stated in my previous entries (1, 2), I despise ice cream and soft serves that fail to maintain their shape and consistency. The watery texture is unappealing - it forces the user to accelerate the consumption process, making it difficult to truly enjoy the contained flavours. The Fior De Latte gelato embraced similar properties, but a subtly sweet creaminess was still able to be perceived before my green plastic cup contained nothing more than a white, soupy mess.
Heading southbound on Dundas, I gradually found my way to the Birdman's pop-up shop at Queen and University.
He also offered to sign the bottom of his wonderful handcrafted creation, which he was charging a mere ten dollars for his extensive efforts.
I was, however, very much intrigued by their deep fried Duck Fat-crusted Maple Rosemary Soft Serve. It didn't come cheap though - the ice cream itself sold for five dollars, and the fried "crumble" an additional twenty-five cents. In comparison to Sweet Jesus' inflated sugar-laden creations though, I guess I shouldn't be complaining.
The service at the takeout counter was a tad aloof, but nowhere near as downright rude as some other cafes I have visited.
While I couldn't taste any hints of rosemary, the sweetness of the maple was evident. Lending the savoury, crunchy touch of Miss Vickie's, the Duck Fat crumble rendered a unique, sweet-and-salty experience to the otherwise plain dessert.