In one sense, Baskin Robbins represents the taste of (American) home, as I've been accustomed to the sight of one near my faraway residence for decades. On the other hand, I never actually went to that one, because I rather prefer to limit my desserts and splurge for the locally owned places rather than the world-spanning chains.
What I ended up with was a ludicrously indulgent chocolate-coated cone with mint chip, which I thought rather overpriced until I looked at it. Probably something I should not have ordered, but for a good old party night out, it was alright. Nothing to really change my preexisting notion of them, and you can get better desserts in West End, but I'm not mad at them either. read more