Guf & Kugler Aalborg

+45 31 90 00 62 Hjemmeside web

Score og anmeldelser

	Anmeldelser	Notater
Google	1529	9.2

	Anmeldelser	Notater
TripAdvisor	64	9.6

	Anmeldelser	Notater
Google	1529	9.2
TripAdvisor	64	9.6

🍦🌊 A nice little ice cream parlor 🌊🍦 Well, FOR THE SOUTH! If you're looking for an ice cream that can knock you out like Mike Tyson in '86, then Guf & Kugler in Nibe is the place. The balls are so big that you need a knife, fork and a helmet to get through them. I have a black belt in ice cream eating, and even I had to capitulate halfway through. Normal people would have run away screaming with brain freeze and cold shock after just one ball. But the taste? It's right in the cupboard! It's like being kissed on the tongue by an Italian gelato master while he sings opera and sprinkles chocolate in slow motion. The hot dog? It was so good that for a moment I thought I was in a Michelin restaurant – just without all that crap with foam and microscopic plates. The atmosphere at the harbour is classic ice cream parlor culture: children with soft ice cream all over their faces, parents desperately searching for napkins, and of course the 72-year-old pensioner who believes it is her duty to teach the young employees how to serve a scoop of ice cream in 1953. “THAT TIME they gave the scoops with a spoon, young lady, and you stood straight when you handed it over!!” Damn it… I’m getting so tired of standing in line and listening to that. Give the young ones a break – they’re juggling balls the size of bowling balls while being shouted at by Bente from Hasseris. And yes, the staff can seem a bit reserved at times. But honestly – who wouldn’t be when you’re standing in a heatwave and serving 500-gram strawberry scoops to never-ending queues? I had a poker face myself after the first hour. All in all, Guf & Kugler in Nibe delivers giant balls, a treat for the soul and hotdogs that save the day. It's a place that makes you smile and shake your head – but always leaves happy. Rating: 4 out of 5 balls that should have their own postcode. I lost the last ball in the Limfjord because I was busy balancing a 3-ball soft ice cream monster with guf and jam.