Boo Jeni’s
After 3 consecutive disappointing pints of Jeni’s I’ve determined they’ve recently been afflicted with the flecks for toppings disease ie, tiny hair-thin flakes of chocolate so small I can’t discern what is ‘cake’ and what is ‘chocolate chips’. If there is a river or even a quaint babbling brook, nay a summer-drought trickle of fudge bittersweet or otherwise, I have not yet encountered a drop after excavating half of the pint. I used to love Jeni’s for their unique flavors and decadent mix-ins, and thought for sure I was just getting ‘bad pints’ with the last 2. The Double Dough was the same, with tiny slivers of ‘dough’ not big enough for my brain to register a need to chew. As a die hard toppings girly, I simply cannot abide. The photos are from both sides getting scooped, searching for the promised ‘chocolate explosion’.