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Given that B&J is available everywhere what the chocolate fudge would they open a shop for? To sell t-shirts and mugs? What next, a Cadbury shop?


Besides which they probably hadn't counted on the - ahem - independent business above Threshers closing down and wiping out their late night customer base.


All hokum imo.



*mine's a screwball...

BrandNewGuy Wrote:

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> Milk, cream, eggs, sugar and fruit or flavouring

> of your choice. Will that do?



Wouldn't have much of a shelf life though.


Don't get me wrong, my wife makes fresh ice cream, and it's awesome, but if I'm buying some from a shop, Cookie Dough is a favourite. There is room in my life for both, and I won't turn my nose up at one because it isn't the other.


I love lamb, and you can't beat a home cooked lamb steak. Occasionally though I enjoy a doner kebab.



Voyageur Wrote:

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> Wah-hey - Crystal Palace is ahead of ED for ONCE!

> We have had a new Italian Ice-cream and Galette

> shop and a new Frozen Yoghurt shop open in the

> last few weeks! :D



Food wise, CP is ahead of ED in lots of ways to be honest.

Huguenot Wrote:

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> It's all a bit kneejerk food snob.

>

> If I told someone I'd put E160c in their egg

> sandwich they'd do their nut about chemical 'muck'

> in food.

>

> If I told someone I'd put paprika in it they'd

> compliment me on my creative flair with spices.

>

> However, E160c is paprika.


So this a food snob who doesn't understand E numbers, right? I've met them, but I don't think I am one.


If you want shelf life, then go ahead and add emulsifiers. I'd simply try to choose an alternative that was fresh. Needn't be expensive, needn't be snobby.

Why anyone would open an ice cream shop going into winter in an already cold and wet country is hard for me to understand. Add East Dulwich's sub prime location (retail wise) to that mix and it's even harder.


B&J have a ton of shops in SE England...but Cutty Sark and Tower of London aside, 95% of them are in Odeon cinemas.


No chance.

I'd only compliment you on your creative flair in adding paprika, sorry I mean E160c, to my egg sandwich if it was Hungarian (specifically from the Szeged region) and of the feledes variety.


PS (apparently ice-cream sells well in cold climates/Winter...cannot remember where I read that tho).

What a useful thread. So far I've learned that:


B&J ice cream is muck because it contains stabilisers and emulsifiers. Italian Gelato is much better, even though it usually also contains these ingredients.


Crystal Palace is ahead of East Dulwich because they've had an ice cream shop open in the last few weeks, even though ED has had an ice cream shop (Scooped) for a couple of years.

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