Editor Pick
Michel's
- September 14, 2000
- Rated 4 of 5 by
El Gallo from Monkey Junction, Newfoundland, Afghanistan
When I was in High School, there was a basic litmus test guys had to pass on a date: you either took a girl to Michel's for dessert or you didn't. There was no business in town that so dominated its socio-economic niche; and that niche was luxuriant desserts. Today Michel's is still there, a half block off Acacia park, and still topping off proms and movies and dinners out, like it has since 1952.
Apart from a creamy, delicious array of sweets ranging from the tasty to the architectural, Michel's always had a macho challenge going on, a 'Can You Get Around This?' dessert at the top of the food chain. In my day it was the Pikes Peak, but time moves on and now the cream to whip is the "Believe It Or Not" sundae. And, believe it or not, it costs $100. All I can say is, don't scoff until you see the damn thing. It's 'Antarctica Starts Here', the Mendenhall Glacier of goodies, and you don't HAVE to try to eat it yourself--bring along somebody to help...like the Iraqi Army. Or just forget the 'because it's there' dare and have something more realistic/fantastic. They make their own chocolate and ice cream and I never met anyone, ever, with a bad word to say about Michel's.
It's not even a particularly expensive place. You can get a hotdog for under $5, a great Monte Christo for $7. And they still have gyros: they were the first in town to have them, way back when--a feature of the Greek family that started Michel's and still owns it. (If you can truly own a cultural landmark, pigout heaven, and elemental dating ticket-punch).
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