In high school, Dutch Dreams was one of my periodic hangouts. I'd head there along with the rest of the wannabes and we'd crowd into one of the small tables in the back (there are only a few) on cold fall and winter evenings. We were pretending to be urban. Imagining ourselves at Central Perk, I expect. It was the 90s. What do you want from me?
These days, Dutch Dreams ice cream remains plentiful and delicious, and the sprinkles and toppings (from fruit to caramel) are still in abundance. The problem for me these days is the line. The line that snakes out of the crowded store, onto the street and into the alley off Vaughn Rd. is, in the summer months at least, regularly obscene. No matter how good the ice cream is, I can't bring myself to stand in a line like that, especially on lower-Vaughn, which isn't pretty and offers very little shade.
Being smooshed in among the masses, sweating and pushing for a taste of icecream just isn't for me.
And alas, the environment and slow service has really put me off. I'd rather go for a walk with a fudgesicle.
78 Vaughan Rd
Toronto, ON M6C 2L7
* Creative Commons images by Sifu Renka (exterior) and Zorbs (interior cones) on Flickr.