WWFB: Anthropomorphic Dessert Edition
The scene: Dubrovnik in August. Seventh-circle-of-hell hot. You’re strolling along a touristy street, watching the people come and go. You think, “You know what would hit the spot right now? Abject terror.”
Look no further than Croatian Cone Child.
Because nothing says, “Hey! Buy some ice cream!” quite like OH DEAR GOD WHAT IS THAT THING?!?!?!
VERDICT: 4/10 for making me feel like a cannibal when I’m just trying to enjoy my gelato.