My Eyes Scream for Ice Cream

Ice cream is one of mankind's greatest invention. Who can say no to the refreshing creamy taste that just begs you to have one more, pretty please?

When the family travels, we make it part of the agenda to find ice cream unique or special to the place we are visiting. With the exception of The Son who is a steadfast vanilla/cookies and cream/chocolate guy, the rest of us seek to satisfy our adventurous palates.

"Work of Art" from an ice-cream salon in Munich, Germany

We've had some seriously beautiful ones, so beautiful it felt like a shame to dig into it. But of course, one must!

Cremia from Kyoto, Japan

There were those that we tried because they were a feast for the eyes.

Niagara may be a tourist trap but at least there are these yummy treats for every one in the family.

And a few that really put our love for ice cream to a test.

It's really just Black Sesame. I swear!


I was actually a tad disappointed that it tasted like normal ice cream. Did I really expect to taste algae??? Maybe I did!

When I did my research before going to Japan in 2019, I resolved to find, amidst a sea of vending machines that make Japan such a fun and curious country, a Seventeen Ice vending machine. I wasn't about to come home without exchanging my yen for some icy goodies.


One final purchase before heading back to Manila!

All the good ones aren't just those in foreign lands though; we have some pretty special flavors in Manila too. And whenever we find one that tickled our palate, we make it a habit to go back for more, especially as it's practically in our backyard.


A scoop of Tablea de Cacao with Sea Salt and a scoop of Ube Keso Pastillas - Game. Set. Match!

Now that we are slowly inching towards Manila's scorching summer, I reckon that ice cream / gelato / froyo / sorbetes (the country's "humble" version) will time and again save the day. And that's what makes ice cream so incredibly beautiful 🍦

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