He's got a point -- if one is going to squander 290 calories, there ought to be actual chocolate involved, not "chocolatey coating" (not to mention the fauxnilla ice cream...).
@Smitros: I imagine so. His unveiling has been disappointing, for me anyway. I preferred him when he still had his sense of mystery. And before he publicly used the words "namby pamby."
Wow, Bruni looks astonishingly good in this. Ten years younger and 50 lbs lighter than a couple of months ago. Also agree with him. Sweet-filling tacos are gross. Bacon donuts, on the other hand, taste like the delicious breath of a baby unicorn.
My wife ate one of those last week and had what those of us in the medical community refer to as an "anal hoedown." It probably doesn't help that she has trouble with dairy products in general.
On The Merits And Flaws Of The Iced-Cream Sandwich:
On August days like this one, when the mercury rises above the 90* mark, New Yorkers seek shelter in their air-conditioned apartments or else skip town altogether, seeking refuge in the Hamptons.
And yet, a summer ritual familiar to all (aside from tykes spraying water from opened fire hydrants) is the Mister Softee truck. Its melody wafts through the air, rising above the hot macadam of the streets, beckoning old and young. Perhaps the most overlooked of the fare from a Mister Softee truck is the iced-cream sandwich.
Ahh.. the humble iced-cream sandwich. Lore has it that the Earl of Sandwich, an inveterate gambler, ordered his manservant to fetch him a meal of roasted beef between two slices of bread. Given that the Sandwich Isles (named for the same Earl) were the archipelago that would become Hawai'i, perhaps during another hand, he would have ask for frozen sugared milk, pressed between two chocolate wafers.
There is not much to say about the iced-cream sandwich other than it comes in two flavors: vanilla and Neopolitan-style. One can quibble that Neopolitan-style is three flavors (chocolate, vanilla, and "strawberry") but that is for another column. The "bread" is a pair of soft brown wafers that are purported to taste like chocolate.
Fond memories aside, I was not impressed in the least by this sandwich. The wafers were soggy and left residue all over my fingers. The iced-cream melted far too quickly and its dribbling threatened my shoes on several occasions. Moreover, the entire thing was by and large flavorless. It could have been worse - it could have tasted bad - but the blandness was really the basic fundamental problem.
This "treat" may delight some children who do not know any better, but those of a more refined taste may find the culinary experience lacking.
I can picture a child chasing down the iced-cream truck to get a refund; what he does once he catches the truck is anybody's guess.
@#c14840291: Actually, several weeks ago, I had the most scrumptious smoked bacon-wrapped stuffed jalapeno peppers. The hearty smoke flavor and creaminess of the havarti mediated the sharp tang of the jalapeno, which delivered a wonderful lingering slow-heat. Once the heat of the pepper subsided, the smoky flavor lingered a bit, until quashed by Pabst Blue Ribbon, a fine canned domestic lager.
I know the Frankster was trying to be cute, but he made the interviewer uncomfortable - particulary when he couldn't figure out a way to swap spit with the Bruni
Oh look! Great! A band-aid video ad. Just what I love to see when I click on Gawker links. Thanks for blowing my speakers with fucking children singing about their warm gooey wounds guys.
@contradicto: Well then she is spreading racism. Most of my friends prefer "bearded clam". You see - it doesn't apply to only white women or black women or Asian women.
Your lesbian friend is sowing racial disharmony. Why should there be one word for your friend's cunt and another for my grandmother's cunt?
@OMG! Ponies!: You crazy kiddos, all this talk, talk, talkety-talk and food-related euphemisms for sexy parts. May I suggest an interlude where we cut to the chase and see some action? (Relevant portion of the clip: 0:00 to 1:42)
Choco Taco is good but I prefer the Drumstick Sundae cone. I also don't like to share my dessert so Peggy Olsen's Break it-Share it-Love it slogan doesn't appeal to me at all.
Leno will be 3rd/4th place from the day he starts this ridiculous ruse.
Martin Bashir's documentary of Michael Jackson was brilliant and hilarious, but for some reason he has Dateline-NBC'd Nightline into more of an obnoxious less-about-news and more-about-bullshit program ..
Kimmel vs. Conan.. that is very much a toss-up, as they are both actually funny and have very good writers, but I think Conan would win due to the sheer fan-base.
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Nonsensical Sophie's Choice Analogy: 5 stars (do I eat my kids or throw them away?)
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I believe the Choco Taco has a dense crust that is nonetheless pliant, pleasantly substantial and chewy, with delicious chocolate and nutty notes.
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I was hoping you'd see that.
I also have to wonder if the Choco Taco might have found itself more than a wee bit disappointed with Mr. Bruni.
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Wow, Bruni looks astonishingly good in this. Ten years younger and 50 lbs lighter than a couple of months ago. Also agree with him. Sweet-filling tacos are gross. Bacon donuts, on the other hand, taste like the delicious breath of a baby unicorn.
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On August days like this one, when the mercury rises above the 90* mark, New Yorkers seek shelter in their air-conditioned apartments or else skip town altogether, seeking refuge in the Hamptons.
And yet, a summer ritual familiar to all (aside from tykes spraying water from opened fire hydrants) is the Mister Softee truck. Its melody wafts through the air, rising above the hot macadam of the streets, beckoning old and young. Perhaps the most overlooked of the fare from a Mister Softee truck is the iced-cream sandwich.
Ahh.. the humble iced-cream sandwich. Lore has it that the Earl of Sandwich, an inveterate gambler, ordered his manservant to fetch him a meal of roasted beef between two slices of bread. Given that the Sandwich Isles (named for the same Earl) were the archipelago that would become Hawai'i, perhaps during another hand, he would have ask for frozen sugared milk, pressed between two chocolate wafers.
There is not much to say about the iced-cream sandwich other than it comes in two flavors: vanilla and Neopolitan-style. One can quibble that Neopolitan-style is three flavors (chocolate, vanilla, and "strawberry") but that is for another column. The "bread" is a pair of soft brown wafers that are purported to taste like chocolate.
Fond memories aside, I was not impressed in the least by this sandwich. The wafers were soggy and left residue all over my fingers. The iced-cream melted far too quickly and its dribbling threatened my shoes on several occasions. Moreover, the entire thing was by and large flavorless. It could have been worse - it could have tasted bad - but the blandness was really the basic fundamental problem.
This "treat" may delight some children who do not know any better, but those of a more refined taste may find the culinary experience lacking.
I can picture a child chasing down the iced-cream truck to get a refund; what he does once he catches the truck is anybody's guess.
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Please join the 21st Century.
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Your lesbian friend is sowing racial disharmony. Why should there be one word for your friend's cunt and another for my grandmother's cunt?
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Now if you do not mind, I wish to get back to my muff-diving. I bid you adieu.
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Martin Bashir's documentary of Michael Jackson was brilliant and hilarious, but for some reason he has Dateline-NBC'd Nightline into more of an obnoxious less-about-news and more-about-bullshit program ..
Kimmel vs. Conan.. that is very much a toss-up, as they are both actually funny and have very good writers, but I think Conan would win due to the sheer fan-base.