Remember when cheap fattening food stores used to be in individual buildings, able to support themselves? Well now that everyone from Blimpies to Baskin Robbins, Dunkin Donuts to White Castle is co-dependent, we live in a world where the only spot to get an ice cream cake was either Subway or Taco Bell.
I went with the cleaner Subway option, where they know me pretty well, and that decision was rewarded with the ultra cool smiling decapitated clown head monster of a cake you see pictured.
It had been some time since we had fed on the ultra sweet combination of spongy cake, melting ice cream, and the delicious plastic-y icing like substance that coats it all. The whole party was reeling in a sugar shock daze, but it was worth it.
It was also most certainly worth the affordable price. Thirty five dollars got us a cake that served well over fifteen people, with melty teeth rotting left overs to spare (and melt all over our fridge).