If you haven’t had Bent Spoon ice cream, you probably don’t go to Princeton. So for our readers (Spencer, don’t be modest!) outside the Orange Bubble, who have never experienced Bent Spoon’s organic/slow/local food snob-approved ice cream, buttercream-frosted cupcakes and hot chocolate–well, I’m sorry.
But this is for you. Serious Eats published a review on the campus hotspot this week, with enough descriptive language to make you beg your Princetonian friends to mail you some pear prosecco sorbet on dry ice.
This is what you’re missing out on:
These are the kinds of flavors so powerful that they go beyond mere taste—conjuring up memories, rather than just sensation. “This tastes like Peanut Butter Ripple at this one, tiny ice cream place on the Jersey shore,” mused my dining companion, as we worked our way through the flavors. “This tastes like stealing my neighbor’s pears in September.” “This tastes like Thanksgiving.” And with the lingering warmth of all those pumpkin pie spices, with the bite of cranberry and sweetness of apple, it truly did.