From years ago, I recall my first taste of French vanilla when the first Baskin Robbins stores crept out of California and hit the upper west coast. French vanilla was the exotic premium version of plain ol' boring vanilla ice cream. The cloying egg custard taste was certainly offset by a somewhat real tasting vanilla. Plus it had little brown specs as further proof of its true vanilla roots... or rhizomes... or whatever. All I really recall, was that despite it all - and that very strange yellow color - it somehow started my love affair with vanilla flavored milk products.
How's Meito's French Shake measure up? Not bad in that sort of Proustian way that makes me want to write six volumes of filler between the first and last lines. Sweet it is. It's got a moderately cloying eggy taste. And it reminds me of something from way back. Exactly why egg vanilla custardy things become French, I'm not so sure, mais longtemps, je me suis couche de bonne heure, after a nice glass of vanilla flavored milk. Never was that much a fan of the egg though.
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