After the disaster that was We'll Always Have Paris Suede, I was a little wary of trying Lincoln Park After Dark. What if it, too, didn't work? How can I trust my man with my fried ice-cream if his OPI bins are as dodgy as a week old curry sitting in the back of the fridge?
I needn't have worried. This is SUBLIME.
I'm so glad this turned out better. You don't know how hard it is to find good fried ice-cream in this city. Jump it to see glossy goodness.
I might be a little slow in responding to comments over the next day or so. Sunday is my birthday and I'm having a small get together tonight, which may involve some alcohol and good food consumption.