British soft serve

Of course I’d looked up Best Ice Cream in London, so had some possibilities, but after a day walking around looking at lots of books, I couldn’t quite get myself together to go out of my way for any of them, especially when this was right in my path. Sadly, it suffered in comparison to Icelandic soft serve, and the cone was even more cardboardy than the ones in the States. But, Best. Sign. EVER!

I couldn’t quite bring myself to get the blue sparkly one.

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