If ever there was a picture on the internet that would completely make you stop scrolling down for a quick second, it would be one of milkshakes. And I am not talking about your mom and pop’s idea of a milkshake — those in sexy, frosted tapered glasses, filled below the brim and topped with one stemmed cherry. No. In today’s age of excess, milkshakes are going for the shock and awe.
Let’s see: 2 scoops of ice cream, blended with sickly sweet full cream milk. Chocolate pretzel stuck on the side of the glass. Maybe, a donut on top. Or perhaps a slice of cake. A couple of chocolate wafer to keep it in place. Hmmm. Doesn’t see vertical enough? Let’s stick cotton candy up on top.
You think that’s enough?
In the era of social media, where it’s ‘pics or it didn’t happen’, it makes for a great photo opp. It’s big, it’s colorful, it looks so bad for you, therefore so gooooood for a photo. You take a couple of shots just before everything melts down to the tiny saucer holding everything up. And then, you put it down and ask yourself, “now, how do I eat this?”
I was waiting for Jr to finish his car event on Saturday and after getting tired of hunting for pokemons at Greenhills, I crossed the street to Missouri, hoping to look for a coffee shop to waste my time in. And then I remembered the last time I was in the area, they had Starr’s there.
Hmmm… coffee or milkshake? coffee or milkshake? coffee or milkshake?
Maybe I’ll just look at the selection in Starr’s. My sweet tooth is usually partial to chocolate and cupcakes. Not that much of a fan of ice cream (unless it’s Magnum white) or milkshakes for that matter. If everything looks too sweet, I’ll just hop next door to Craft and get some 0 calorie Americano.
I would like to stress that this method, window shopping, only works on me for clothes. I can go to a mall and buy nothing, because I do not like shopping. I hate picking out clothes because I only buy a certain type of clothes (loose black/grey/white tops, pajama-like bottoms), and if something caught my eye, it’s probably because I have a eerily similar one hanging in my closet already. Plus, I hate fitting rooms, and fitting room lighting. However, if I stand across a food stall, it’s highly unlikely I end up empty-handed (or empty-stomached?). Especially when the over-eager counter staff asks me immediately what I’d like to have.
So I walked in and skimmed thru the overhead menu. The lady in the counter asks if I wanted something. On cue, I told her, “the Salted Caramel VIP Milkshake.””Any Add Ons?””Ohh I can get add-ons? Wait, I’ll have the butterfinger and the malt crunch. ”
EVEN IF I DON’T WANT IT. I swear, it’s an illness. Send help.
I try to avoid anything Salted Caramel. Caramel itself is just liquid saccharine and adding any salt to it exponentially stresses its sickly sweetness. My order came and I was bracing for a toothache. But to my surprise, it’s not that sweet.
Hindi sya masyadong matamis. It is tita-approved.
Also, it’s a straight up milkshake. The aptly filled plastic cup says it’s made from 98% fat free ice cream and milk. It’s by no means diet food, because no matter how much you believe in miracles, fat free milkshakes do no exist. But with all these excessive milkshake just over milkshaking one another, one can appreciate the modesty of Starr’s. Nothing overwhelming. Nothing over the top. Nothing you have to figure out how to drink. Just stick the big plastic straw to it and drink up.
Starr’s Famous Shakes
Cullinan Prime Building
8 Missouri Street
Greenhills, San Juan City