I went to Ice Kiss with Sarah post Kobawoo meal. We were talking about, I don't know, er, law school and psychoactive substances and some drug that makes everybody in the world see cougars and anacondas, or something. It seemed like an appropriate time to get Korean dessert slush.
Uh, yeah. Ice Kiss. I got the signature dish, ice kiss. It's a mountain of ice slush, with some good red bean, some bits of banana and kiwi, some bits of the usual charming gelatin, and some stuff that was oddly sweet and interestingly textured and unidentifiable in the context of melting ice slush and sweet syrup, but, on later peering into the kitchen, turned out to be fruit cocktail from a massive 10 pound can.
Oh yeah, and Fruity Pebbles. I s**t thee not. Actual, honest to god Fruity Pebbles dusting the whole thing, like some wildly hallucinagenic version of goddamn jimmies or something.
Yeah. It brings out the adolescent Asian schoolgirl in you. We got the $5 version, which was enough sugar to send two people mildly into the stratosphere. It comes in $5, $7, $9, and $15 versions. The $15 version could feed a quarter of a schoolbus full of Korean schoolgirls, or maybe an elephant. I don't know.
I would come here with my girl if she was feeling depressed. I would, if I was feeling depressed, get my girl to take me here. Under no circumstances would I come here if I were depressed and alone. It would be gawdawful - all couples and groups of giggling sexually cohesive high-schoolers giggling and spooning ultrasweet Fruity Pebble dusted slush.
Charming Korean rap played the whole time.