This post is dedicated to my 6 year old niece, Roses, who is following my food blog, and who has the same insanely sweet tooth as her aunty (and who I'm sure, subsribes to the Vegas "bigger is better" philosophy when it comes to ice-cream)!
CHECK THIS OUT!!!
Yes, we are in Land of the Ridiculous! What a great place for a very special birthday. What a great thing to eat on a very special birthday. And we did!
We were minding our business yesterday arvo, on HOS's big birthday - wandering around the Strip looking for a snack. I'd seen this place the night before. I knew it was an institution in New York - famous for its sundaes - and, well, it sort of felt like ice-cream weather.
Welcome to Serendipity. Nice name.
In we walked. Eyes popping out of our heads as we saw foot long toasted sambos and waffle fries (yes, waffle fries) being devoured at every table. Crikey! We knew we were in for it (well I did anyway, I'd lulled HOS into a false sense of security suggesting a scoop of ice-cream).
After deciding that peanut butter frozen hot chocolates probably weren't for us (check out menu in the pic above, I had to document it, who would believe me otherwise?), we went in for the kill and went for the Banana Split (fortunately, HOS didn't notice that they had another version, the "coward's version" listed on the menu).
We held hands, gazed into each other's eyes, talked silly birthday talk...when suddenly a hush fell over the restaurant. We looked up to see what the fuss was about. And you guessed it...it was us, well it was our banana split. What a pair of bloody exhibitionists we are! The serving lady walked slowly towards us, all eyes on the behemoth that was our afternoon snack, respectful, envious, and a few outraged glances came our way as she placed the magnificent thing in front of us.
It was truly a thing of beauty. Check it out in the pic. It's hard to get the scale from the pic, but let me tell you, the thing was like a fruit bowl of chocolate and strawberry icecream, scoops and scoops of it, with layers of choc fudge, caramel and strawberry sauces, finished off with about 10cm of whipped cream, some banana sticking out the top (for fibre) and of course...the maraschino cherry. I do like a cherry on top!
Oh great marvellous banana split. Oh spectacular spectacular Vegas banana split! We looked at each other, laughed uncontrollably, picked up our spoons, and dug in.
IT WAS GLORIOUS. TRULY GLORIOUS. So sweet, and cold, with warmer gooey cream, and the thick choc fudge sauce mixed with the caramel mixing with the perfect ripeness of the magnificent banana...we made those appreciative noises as we delved further and further...spoonful after spoonful...going down, down, down, down, into the murky depths of the bottom of the split....soooooooooooooo good. No words can describe the felicity of eating such a creation.
Our friendly waitress passed us a number of times, dishing out much appreciated words of encouragement...and when we finally got to as far as we could go (which was almost the bottom), she stopped to tell us that we had done one of the best jobs she'd ever seen! How does one take that comment???? We didn't know whether to be proud or embarrassed. We chose to go with proud! We held our heads high as we almost completely demolished what must have been about 37kg of ice-cream, 23 litres of different flavoured sauces, and two tonnes of whipped cream.
Sigh. What a way to celebrate a birthday. A special banana split for a special man on a special birthday in a special city.
Happy Birthday my love.
Oh lord...laughing as i read this out loud for TM...now we have to go to Vegas! Happy Birthday to HOS /Celeste
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