Laboratorio Artigianle

"Ice cream is exquisite, what a pity it isn't illegal"

The words of Francois-Marie Arouet, who soon would be known to the common man as Voltaire. A French writer, poet and philosopher his sharp tongue would get him into trouble time and time again. Voltaire, like many other encyclopedistes during the French enlightenment would gather at the brasserie by the name of Cafe Procope. The men of fashion would spend hours guzzling down caffeine laden coffee alongside ice cream and sorbet served in the finest porcelain. But as exotic as ice cream may have been back then, it has become part of our daily life. Whole isles at the unsupermarket, the jangle of the ice cream bus, memories of fallen scoops in a windy seaside car park, ice cream is part of our life. But times they are a changing. What is your favourite flavour? Vanilla? Mint choc chip? Rum n raisin? Cookie dough? Dull. Dull. Dull. Why does the flavour have to be limited to the weather in which we consume our ice cream on the grey beach? Japan just shock things up.

Fish, curry, garlic, ox tongue, chicken wing ICE CREAM

They never seem to disappoint. From gastronomical delights to the exit of those gastronomical delights into the high tech sanitary basins, from insane Japanoise androgynous bands to unspeakable pornographic offerings they have a mind set like no other. DA DA DA DA DADA, DA DA DA DA DADA......

Just waiting for zebra ice cream now. After all the chaos and mind twisting logic of the Japanese give me a tropical zebra ice cream sitting in my South African beach house. Wilderness for miles, eyes so mild and wise.