I’m serving up the quickest of quick recommendations today, but I promise you, this is the sweetest of scoops.
While the perishing chills of late winter are hardly the desired weather for ice cream, the need for a sweet treat was simply overwhelming, and so making the journey to Snugburys, in Nantwich last weekend was inevitable when we found ourselves deliciously free of all responsibilities one miserable Manchester afternoon.
Jumping into the car, we bundled up in raincoats and trundled down the M60, music blaring and excitement levels rising, all in the name of a tasty delight.
I had heard of Snuburys from my father, a Nantwich local who had remarked at how quickly it was overtaking Cheshire Farms ice cream in the popularity stakes.
Always one to see the proof in the pudding, I was more than prepared to sample a sweet scoop of Snuburys to really see what the fuss was about.
Snugburys was dreamed up in 1986 when the Snugburys family began making ice cream in the kitchen of their Cheshire farmhouse for friends.
Flashforward 30 years or so and Snugburys are still dishing out creamy, classic and adventurous flavours by the coneful to sweet-seekers far and wide.
It’s small, but perfectly quaint, complete with acres of land and the friendliest of locals.
The menu is vast with oodles of choice to please every palette.
Choose your flavours and let the charming girls will pile it high for your pleasure.
We plumped for the Winter Special. Cookie Ice Cream Sandwich for me, and Warm Brownie for him, topped with a scoop of choice, naturally; and both crowned with a torched glob of homemade marshmallow.
J topped his brownie with a creamy scoop of Creme Brule ice cream, before being drenched in hot fudge – the type that hardens the second it touches the ice cream.
My sandwich was made up of two, fresh-from-the-oven cookies, lousy with chocolate chunks and just the right amount of doughy-ness (and surprisingly much more delicious than their outer exterior let on) a generous ball of Dutch Chocolate ice cream caught in its warm embrace.
With limited space inside, we ate stood up in the parlour, indulging like children; eyes-rolling, with countless “mmm”‘s escaping our lips.
Wickedly naughty, yet refreshingly natural in flavour.
Don’t wait until you find yourself by the way of Nantwich to pop into Snugburys for a lil sweet something. It’s impossibly good and a darling day out should you find yourself with a free afternoon.
Find them here: http://www.snugburys.co.uk