Creams Cafe Kentish Town

Venturing into Creams you’re immediately captivated by its vibrantly neon-lit aesthetic, which seeks to wrap patrons in a comforting embrace of nostalgia and sweet tooth indulgence. The moment you step inside, there's a palpable allure in its promise of an exuberant sugar highway—in fact, there seems to be an earnest attempt to craft an ambiance suited for both children eager for dessert splendor and adults keen on a brief escape from their dietary shackles. Ice creams here scream at you in exuberant colors that echo childhood jingles yet are tempered with artistic toppings like pistachio shells and flecks of gold. Those designing the menu seem to envision Sundaes, overloaded beyond measure, becoming grander through their imperfections.

While whispers about portions adjusting claim validity amidst opulent servings, it must be said that not all doses of saccharine delight are met with rapture. The elusive crumble of fresh waffles, when achieved, is immensely satisfying, mixing flour and sugar in delicate balance; however, sporadic inconsistencies have whispered stories of disappointments involving hard cookie dough and adversarial cakes. Even so, engaging with crepes offers a joyous interlude, made memorable through their enchanting palette rather than through flavor alone—a learning journey for the tongue in what sweetness tries to accomplish. Between quick service and the soothing murmur of genuinely welcoming staff, Creams undeniably glitters in moments, teasing just beneath perfection overall. — Audrey Al Dente