Häagen-Dazs® Ice Cream Shop — Restaurant in Miami Beach

This is a great store with lots of delicious flavours you can’t buy in a supermarket. The sundaes were all delicious. I tried the peppermint bark dazzler which was unusual (topped with whipped cream and shards of a sweet). Despite the expense, portions are gigantic and I could feel my blood levels rushing upwards.

There is seating outside. 3 cones and one sundae were €36.

What I was very unhappy about and is reflected in my rating is that THEY DO NOT DISPLAY PRICES at all. There is no board, no menu, NO WRITTEN PRICES AT ALL.

To get the price my server had to go to the till and tell me. Also, because there are no written prices I didn’t realise waffle cones were an extra and I could buy ice cream in a cup for less.

This is obviously done to avoid transparency, which is disgraceful. Looking at past reviews, seems that a reviewer complained (rightly) that they were charging prices different to those on the board. So they appear to have removed the board.

Lots of reviews also said that they included a tip within the price. I was asked to tip, it was not added automatically. I didn’t tip (and it’s ridiculous to tip for this unless you tip in McDonald’s and when you buy a...

Please avoid this location. This place have not working AC and it feels like a sauna. You will be sweating like a pig before you get ice cream. Everything inside was melting. The chocolate covered cones on the counter were dripping chocolate. Ice cream as overpriced as we got used to is put in a scale before being handed to you and scraped exces is being put back in to the ice bin. You can see in the photo this ice cream as it was handed to me looks like someone already ate quarter of it. Just looks bad considering it was with tip over $8. And the store looked dirty, while one of the employees instead of cleaning the store bailed out while we were inside... You can see in the photo behind the...

Häagen-Dazs: The Great Rip-Off

I walked down Ocean Drive, so bright, Craving something cool to bite. A scoop of ice cream—oh, what joy! But this, my friends, was no simple ploy.

Two scoops, just two, what a sweet deal! Until I saw the price—I couldn’t deal. Nine bucks?! For what, a frozen blob? I could’ve bought a meal for that job!

No truffles, no gold flakes on top, Just creamy swindling that made me stop. I handed over cash, my heart in pain, Wondering if I’d just funded their private plane.

The ice cream dripped, a sad, slow fall, A bitter reminder of the greatest con of all. Next time I crave a treat that’s cold, I’ll get a snow cone and...