After reading Blake's blog entry on milkshakes at Grandma's I felt the need to evangelicalize a little about my ice cream experience at Peter's Tex Mex. It was a couple weeks ago on a gray Saturday. My brunching partner was none other than the infamous Yan Zhang, known for his antics with well known City Weekend contributor Jonathan Haagen. Anyways, I arrived at the restaurant a fashionable 10 minutes late; however Yan, ever the queen bee, was still not there. As I sat down to wait, I idly rifted to the pages of Peter's glossy menu.

At this point, I think it's worth mentioning that Peter's also offers little call boxes on each table so that rather than yelling FUWUYUAN you can simply press a button and, as if by magic, the waitstaff appears. Oh, also Peter's is a smoke free restaurant (however, that fact did not stop Yan from later furtively sucking down a cigarette and then hiding the evidence in his leftover refried beans). Anyways.

Although I'm 24 and haven't lived at home for nearly a decade I still can't help but feel a guilty, childish glee at the prospect of having sweets for breakfast and today I decided to be very naughty indeed and order myself a mint cookie sundae while I waited. The sundae arrived in a 50-s style sundae glass complete with a swirl of whipped cream and capped with a whole oreo cookie. I enthusiastically dug into my starter and as that first bit of chocolate cookie-laden and mint hit my mouth, time stopped and I was hit with a wave of euphoria I hadn't felt since I was given laughing gas at the dentists. Only this time, when I reemerged, it wasn't with chipmunk cheeks and no wisdom teeth. When I regained my senses I saw that I still had 98% more ice creamy goodness to go. Score!

Perhaps it was my arteries clogging up, perhaps it was because I took an inhumanly large mouthfuls and experienced a vicious brain freezes but one thing's for sure, Peter's Tex Mex Mint Chocolate Cookie Sundae was an orgasmically life-changing experience. I was so busy shoveling down my sundae that I didn't even see Yan arriving. With a copy of Bridget Jone's Diary in one hand and my sundae spoon in the other, I must have been a sight and I'm just glad that Yan had the tactfulness to refrain from saying anything. And this is from the guy who informed a Russian man at China Doll that the man was barred from going up the stairs because he was too fat, but that's a story for another day.