Following on from dinner I suggested coffees and seeing as I don't actually drink coffee I was more than happy with Gaz's suggestion to head up William st to Icey Ice. I'd been past this place heaps of times but never gone in. I wasn't exactly sure what they sold at Icey Ice except for something icey. Turns out it's a kind of shaved and fluffed ice which they cover with toppings and bits of your choice.
I chose the chockey ice because as much as I dislike coffee I love chocolate more. Now I'm not really sure how to describe this except to say that I kind of felt like I was eating ice cream and yet I knew it was ice. Did I love it? Hmmmm no, but I didn't dislike it either, it was fun. Would I do it again? Yeah possibly, although I'm sure it's psychological, all along I couldn't help but think I was paying to eat snow, chocolate coated, 100's and thousands, flake and wafer coated snow but snow nonetheless. Definitely an experience.