Last night after a totally-packed KGB, we descended upon the Dessert Truck. Everything I’ve ever had there has been awesome, so I decided to order their seasonal offering, caramelized pears with anise panna cotta.

What it should have tasted like:

What it actually tasted like:

It tasted like canned peach pieces from an old school lunch, poured on top of rancid vanilla pudding. I don’t even think it was the anise flavor, because I love licorice; I even love the crazy Danish licorice with that sour salt on the outside that burns the roof of your mouth off! Strong anise – not a problem. But this anise panna cotta crap has GOT to STOP. And the PEARS, UGH. I got home and scrambled for my mouthwash, just to get the taste out of my mouth. It was spectacularly bad.

I plan to go back soon and get something else, one of the many desserts they have that does not taste like some unholy poison, but word to the wise: don’t order the pears.