With their attention grabbing breast milk ice-cream sadly sold out, I rather fancied a bit of Bitty, NOT. I was left with an array of recognisable ice-creams were it not for their names. So what's in a name? The 'vice cream' (ice-cream to you and me) includes the likes of the Sex Bomb (fior de latte with citrus and a 'natural stimulant'), Vanilla Monologues and Priscilla, Queen of the Dessert, but beyond the silly titles are thankfully,brilliant ice creams.
My Sex, Drugs & Rock and Roll was a high-standard milk chocolate number, while Caramelted (dulce de leche) was top notch, both dense, creamy and full-flavoured. It isn't cheap, though -a regular tub with two flavours of your choice clocks in at a very cheeky £5.90.
A big seller is Miss Whiplash ; part of the Vice Cream Cocktails list, it's a martini glass of Glastonberry (raspberry sorbet) whizzed with plenty of vodka and topped with orange zest for a powerful punch.
The glamorous-looking staff are charismatic too. As this particular parlour is open until midnight, it seems the perfect place for when you can't decide between grabbing an ice-cream or a cocktail in the wee hours of the night. Why not both?