Sorry for the lack of blogging – I spent the weekend on Seven Mile Island in New Jersey. Unfortunately, I missed the Oprah sighting, but I did get to see where Taylor Swift got her start. I also went for ice cream.
Springer’s got its start during Prohibition (apparently as a front for serving booze). Now all that remains is an ice cream named “Prohibition Tradition,” which is a kahlua-based ice cream with a caramel swirl and brownie chunks. I’m a Kimball’s addict, and, sorry, Kimball’s – your Kahlua Crunch just doesn’t measure up. Prohibition Tradition definitely tasted like Kahlua: there is a strength and a bite to the ice cream that is reminiscent of the liqueur. The ice cream itself was superb: an almost gelato-like smooth and rich texture that didn’t overpower the Kahlua, brownies, and caramel. It was heaven in a Styrofoam cup; I would have gone back for a quart to take home, if it could have survived the trip.
Yesterday, I compared with Kimball’s Kahlua Crunch. It was tasty, creative, and smooth, but lacked a certain je ne sais quoi.