Diddy Riese (or, "Why didn't I go to UCLA?")
Friday, April 28, 2006
If only.
If only college towns across the nation knew the magic that is Diddy Riese. Imagine a late night of (dare I say) substance consumption, you know, "relaxing after exams" and topping off the evening with the perfect snack. I'm not often in Westwood, but I was there this week when a friend suggested we get an Ice Cream sandwich. No way was I breaking my "diet" for any ordinary ice cream sandwich, I said, but as soon as this Diddy Riese cookie phenomenon was in my hands, I couldn't argue.
First you pick your cookies--all varieties from Chocolate Chip to Peanut Butter and Cinnamon Sugar (better known as the Snickerdoodle for Southerners, don't ask). If cookies weren't enough, then you pick your ice-cream flavor, and they've got all the standards plus a few wild cards. Then they mash it into a gooey sandwich and you hand them just one dollar, and the dribbly goodness begins.
One dollar, people. Nothing costs a dollar anymore, especially in L.A. And if it does, it sure aint a globbledy gloop of sweetness like they're serving up at Diddy Riese.
Go. Now.