It’s galling to us to think that the only place many visitors will sample a milkshake on our soil is at The Kiosk in the Auckland Domain. 
For the love of God, we depend on these people for the sweet ambrosia of the tourist dollar – surely the least we can do is ensure a decent milkshake is waiting for them.
It all seemed so promising, a shady evergreen beneath which to rest, an authentic looking milkshake blender sitting behind the counter and the idyllic bleats of disease ridden mallards in the background.
It was not to be. Excessive use of syrup, tepid milk and a disposable plastic container usually seen encasing a … frappé. Sweet Lord, deliver us. Sweet Lord, hear our prayer.
Thumbs down, preferably all the way down the throat of the creature who sold us this muck.
Bronwyn: 0/10
José: 0/10
March 4, 2008 at 10:25 am
Those half-drunk, half-loved milkshakes look so unappealing. They look more like medical waste than a cool, creamy treat.
March 4, 2008 at 7:39 pm
Ducks bleat?
March 4, 2008 at 8:37 pm
Diseased ducks do.