Les Givrés is a new ice-cream store on rue Saint-Denis, and it is sexy in that rare and delectable French-Canadian kind of way. Or may your editor is still swooning over his chance meeting with the owner, who was at that time a personable bartender at Helm with a dream AND a business plan. Imagine my delight the following summer to discover the shop up and running just a few blocks north of rue Saint-Denis. “The cone is part of the ice-cream experience,” I remember him telling me (I may be paraphrasing through the haze of time and alcohol. “I’m importing a machine from Europe so we’ll be able to make our own.” And indeed they do have the yummiest ice-cream - and cones - in the city. So go check it out. In the mean time, here’s a short story posted by creativenomad:
Perhaps it was the ten block walk getting to the ice cream shop that caused my overexcitement.
Looking at my ice cream splattered on the pavement, I could only feel as if I’d been punished for my craving. I guess had the crème glacée lived up to the hype, I’d have gone back for another one. Instead, I spotted a nearby cupcake shop and decided to resolve my sugar craving there. As I began to head for the bakery I noticed a woman outside on her phone had witnessed my misfortunate event. She looked at me sympathetically and I could hear her say, “Oh my god, a girl on the street just dropped her entire ice cream cone on the ground. Awwww. (ha-ha-ha’s)” I had to laugh at the thought of the person on the other end of the phone picturing perhaps a downcast little girl maybe 9 years old in age or even a sad face emoticon. Not likely to guess a sugar crazed woman in her twenties jetting into the nearest pâtisserie.
@Les Givres, Montreal.