Freggo is an ice cream bar on Swallow Street - and I do mean bar. This is no Baskin Robbins ice cream parlour, with moulded plastic booths and fluorescent lighting, nor it does evoke the colorful chaos of an Italian gelateria, with row upon row of colorful swirls of ice cream. No sirree. At Freggo, the ice cream is kept behind a chic marble counter (in fact, most people come in and ask where the ice cream is). The lighting is like a classy bar-resto, subdued and soft. Chilled out music plays throughout the space, which is painted a deep purple, with deep purple banquettes and marble tables. Silver tables spill out onto Swallow Street, which is a lane filled with outdoor bars and cafes that meanders southwest, off Regent Street.
There are four different kinds of dulce de leche ice cream, flown in from Argentina. The staff speak knowledgeably and earnestly about the freezer temperatures, and how it has produced the rich texture of the Irish Cream flavour, how the slight warming of the Malbec and Berries flavour has brought out the red wine in it.
Dairy Queen it ain't.
Freggo: So Cool It's Hot
There are four different kinds of dulce de leche ice cream, flown in from Argentina. The staff speak knowledgeably and earnestly about the freezer temperatures, and how it has produced the rich texture of the Irish Cream flavour, how the slight warming of the Malbec and Berries flavour has brought out the red wine in it.
Dairy Queen it ain't.
Freggo: So Cool It's Hot