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Frank Bruni Let Down by Choco Taco
Chocolate Is Death
New York, 1:16 PM
Fri Dec 11
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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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Boiling, suffocating or being crushed to death... not cool.