Walking up and down Auckland’s Queen Street for the hundredth time, we saw a crowd in front of Giapo, the Haute ice cream parlour in Auckland. It was a cold day, so I wasn’t sure I wanted to eat ice cream, but that was only before I saw two girls walking past us while carrying gold ice cream in cups. So, of course, I went in immediately (yes, I am very easily attracted by shiny stuff). Before this, whenever I saw the word Haute in a magazine or on T.V., I’d flip the paper or change the channel because I found the word, well, pretentious. But after having the gold ice cream, I admit I was prejudiced.
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