
If Terry Gilliam owned an ice cream parlour, it would look like Dutch Dreams. The surreal interior is cluttered with tchotchkas: clogs hang next to hockey skates, not an inch of wall left unadorned. The Monty-Pythonesque décor carries on outside, with cows floating in midair, anchored to the brick exterior. In business for 20 years, they serve 50 flavours of ice cream and 3-scoop Dutch pancakes. Milkshakes are a full litre in size. No dieters, please. Open noon–midnight in summer.