You remember that trip we took to Philadelphia a few weeks ago where we ate our way through the weekend?
Well, given the fact that I could live on ice cream, I was most excited for our trip to Franklin Fountain. An old school ice cream shop that models itself from the soda shops that used to be popular, what could be bad?
Well, you know how when you are excited about going to a restaurant and you quadruple check the menu online to decide what you want to order and you read every.single.review. to make sure you are getting the right thing? Wait, you don’t do that?
Well, that is the basic preparation I made for our trip to Franklin Fountain. I studied the sundae menu like it was my job (hmm as a food blogger, isn’t it?) and strategized on the exact best time to go during the weekend. Note to Philly fans – Sunday shortly after opening seems to be ideal, no lines at all!
I thought about what the ideal combination of ice cream flavors plus sundae toppings I could get that Matt would also enjoy. Aka, no peanut butter.
So when we finally were ready for our ice cream indulgence, I was imagining the ice cream of all ice creams and sundae of all sundaes in my head. This dessert (lunch?) was going to be mind-blowing.
Well, as much as I hate to admit it, I was really disappointed. I loved the décor, loved the menu, loved all of the old school details that were incorporated into Franklin Fountain… but when it came down to what really matters, the ice cream, I have to give it a “meh.”
Don’t get me wrong, the ice cream wasn’t bad, but it certainly wasn’t mindblowing. As someone who would fly across the country solely for the purpose of some Bi Rite the ice cream just wasn’t up to par. I kind of felt like I’d rather be indulging in a big bowl of slow churned if the real stuff wasn’t going to be outrageously good.
We had the Vesuvius and the hot fudge and whipped cream were certainly delicious additions, but the coffee and cookies ‘n cream ice creams underneath were as standard as Breyer’s from the super market. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but after a few bites of the sub-par ice cream I called it quits and satisfied my craving with frozen yogurt instead. Crazy? Probably.
Have you ever looked forward to a meal so much that your expectations could not possibly be met?
