I experienced the oddity that is garlic ice cream at a garlic festival
, NY, sometime in 1998. I wasn't sure I'd actually consumed the right thing, at first -- it tasted just like vanilla
. A few seconds later, the kick hit me, and I was enveloped in a garlickey miasma
from which I'm not sure I've fully recovered, two years later.
It sticks in my mind as being quite similar to my experience with the time-delayed, powerful ginger beer I consumed at South of the Border.