PJ.s Ices

Family Run Business established for about 25 years. Huge Range of Ice Creams and Lollies. Tea and Coffee too... Very handy for the Boats and The Waterside.

Perfect for a sunny day. Friendly staf and good selection of icecream at decent prices. Plenty of places to sit and chill nearby.

Fantastic Find! We were visiting from Kent and having had a similar ice cream business for over 25 years we can easily tell when cheap ingredients are used but the ice cream was definitely the good stuff. Not filled with air like some places, it was creamy and tasty and worth every penny. We had ice creams and slush drinks and couldn't fault any of it. The owner was friendly & chatty, the location had picturesque views, a lovely time was had by all.

My boyfriend and I had a bizarre ice cream experience and he has kindly allowed me to post his review. It was a sunny day. After returning into the town centre from Mother Shipton's Cave, we stumbled across a humble little ice cream shop; one easily disguised by its unassuming presence. When we reached the head of the queue, my girlfriend asked for two whippy ice creams, both with flakes, one dipped in sherbet and the other, sprinkles. Commit this order to memory, as it will be important shortly. The owner obliged and whilst grasping for two plain cones, began to engage in casual chat. He approached the ice cream machine with an undeniable confidence and began to dispense the ice cream onto the cone. Now, I may be unfairly influenced by American TV but I always assumed criminals wore orange jumpsuits. When I saw the impotent ice creams I became confused: his outfit didn't indicate a law-breaking mentality but all the while, committing theft in broad daylight, in front of a crowd no less. Proudly he turned back towards us, handing us our modestly-filled cones. "Sorry, we asked for sprinkles and sherbet on those, as well as a flake." my girlfriend highlighted. "I'm sure you didn't but I'll put them on for you anyway." he replied. I looked over at my girlfriend to gauge her reaction but the thick fog of condescension that filled the air made it difficult to tell. "I haven't quite learnt mind reading yet, love!" he added. Now, do you remember when I asked you to commit the order my girlfriend gave to him verbally, without any use of telepathy? Anyway, let's return to the story. No, wait. Let's not. I want to continue along this digression for a while longer. In recent times, there have been recurrent attempts to bastardise the English language, so much so that words one generation will use are often misunderstood by another. As of the time of writing, The Cambridge English Dictionary defines the word 'dip' as "to put something into a liquid for a short time". You can see it is specific to liquid but in the context of the ice cream industry, they have decided it now applies to other mediums also. What I hope we can agree on is that it is typically a short-lived action. Moreover, think about how you dip a chip into some tomato sauce: you lower the chip into the sauce whilst maintaining its structural integrity. Returning back to the ice cream shop. The owner turned away from us whilst still grinning about his "clever" quip about extrasensory perception. He moved towards the plastic containers he had lined up on the counter with various different toppings. The smile disappeared and there was a momentary pause whilst the ice creams dangled above the containers; akin to a Roman gladiator dangling his sword above his victim's neck, waiting for the Emperor's thumb to determine his fate. At a speed approaching terminal velocity, he pushed the ice creams down vertically into the toppings, brutally disfiguring their idyllic shape. I can only imagine he was simultaneously reliving flashbacks of his former golf partner Mick performing a similar, albeit repetitive, "dipping" action with his ex-wife Joan before the divorce. My girlfriend and I watched on as the two ice cream cones returned to the surface. Somehow still intact, now without tip. What remained was a compressed mass of ice cream, adorned with a hat-shaped structure of topping with a flake proudly placed within. If you're finding this hard to imagine, think back to the time where small bottles of Innocent smoothies were in shops with a small woolly hat; that will give you an accurate enough mental image of the crimes against humanity we witnessed that day. Before he handed the ice creams back to us, he asked us if we wanted any sauce on them. I abruptly declined. Having already witnessed such mindless violence, I didn't want them to add torture by means of water(sauce)boarding to that list. We paid the hefty ransom for the release of his hostages and slowly backed away until at a reasonable distance.

Wow where do I begin to start this man has changed my life in more ways than one his ice cream hits me so different it's life changing thank you so much