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I never licked a ball as hard as I did over the Easter weekend. Like an oasis calling to a parched wanderer lost in blistering desert sands, i clawed my way through the crowds with singular purpose, only to be foiled by a gaggle of giggling schoolgirls already in the queue.
Wishing death upon all who stood before me, I resigned myself to passive aggressively muttering curses under my breath as I resignedly joined the line, already half dead from dehydration.
After what seemed like an eternity but was in fact 10 minutes, the elusive icy sphere was finally in my grasp. Supremely refreshing rivulets of lychee syrup infused shaved ice filled my mouth with joyous eau de vie from every lash of my thirsting tongue, as I sucked upon the chilled treat like a ravenous strigoi would from a bare throat. Bliss comes from the most unexpected things.
Taste: 3/5
