MJ's Italian Ice & Custard Cafe — Restaurant in Garden City

GET OUT this place is so great! I've been wanting to stop in for SO LONG as I drive passed it on my way to & from the office! FINALLY I was like we are GOING!

I love the later evening hours! Open til 10pm during the week. I am a late dessert kind of human. The girls that were working at the counter were friendly and explained their products. Obviously, I had to try the Olympic Themed dessert! It was truly amazing. I've never had anything quite like it. Layers of their amazingly silky custard with layers of their italian ice (kind of like an icey/slushy baby). and WOW. I can't wait to come back and try more combos.

There are a few tables outside, but it's on state street so not super enticing, but there is TONS of seating inside! There is a drive thru as well for those who want to stay in their car! I will def. be...

Anticipating the fruity cold refreshing bites of Italian ice, plain or with vanilla custard was strong & building, as we sat in our car in the teeny tiny parking lot. 5 mins till they open. It was worth the wait! Soooo many choices! It reminded me of the much missed Ritas in Ohio. I got POG and my daughter picked the same but added the creamy custard. Tigers Blood for my sister. Im gonna say it, Super fruity, smooth & refreshing! We also got a quart of pineapple whip. It brought me back to Maui. Tangy & a touch tart. Yum. The worker was fast and capable. She calmly juggled a family of 5 who's kids changed their minds 4 times, 3 cars in the drive thru, warm pretzel orders & our 4 item orders single-handly. She hustled.

Try it. I bet youll...

As I ambled up to the food truck, that was here at my HOA for Memorial Day weekend celebration, I read the sign and the words “custard“. Being a midwest girl I asked the lady is this really the custard I grew up with that is made with eggs, and she said yes. Well, one lick of the creamy, smooth, and rich vanilla custard, and I was transported back to the bliss of my childhood in Akron, Ohio, where every Sunday my dad would take us out for a custard. When I moved out to the West 33 years ago, no more custard, just soft ice cream, a poor imitator. Here in Boise I am made happy again. Thank...