When The Times released its list of the 41 best ice cream parlours in the UK, I was thrilled to see a few south London favourites on there.
One that really stood out to me was Minus 12 Degrees, tucked inside Herne Hill Station.
With all the hype, I knew I had to check it out and I’m so glad I did.
As I arrived at Herne Hill, the first thing that caught my eye was the bold pavement sign outside of the building, enticing members of the public to come in and experience the gelato flavours.
Herne Hill Station (Image: Poppy Huggett)
Minus 12 Degrees is hard to miss, even though the actual gelato spot itself is tiny – just a small kiosk space with one friendly staff member inside.
But don’t let the size fool you: this little parlour delivers big flavour.
Outside, someone was already happily enjoying their scoop on a nearby bench, which only confirmed what I was hoping – this place is the real deal.
There were 10 flavours on offer that day, and let me tell you, choosing was no easy task.
The flavours available (Image: Poppy Huggett)
The menu included everything from fruity options like melon and mango, to indulgent creations like chocolate smoked salt, Jersey milk, and Snickers.
More unique choices like Ambassador, Hokey Pokey, and the luxurious mascarpone and caramelised figs had me seriously torn.
Thankfully, the kind lady behind the counter let me try a couple of flavours (which really helped).
My chosen ice cream (Image: Poppy Huggett)
As a confirmed chocoholic and someone clearly in a treat-myself kind of mood, I eventually settled on a combo of Snickers and the mascarpone/caramelised fig in a cup.
For £4.50, you get a very generous serving – two big scoops – and it’s enough for two people (though no judgment if you keep it all for yourself).
It’s excellent value for gelato of this quality.
The Snickers scoop was the standout for me – it genuinely tasted like the chocolate bar, with that perfect mix of nutty, chocolatey, caramel goodness.
The snickers ice-cream was my favourite (Image: Poppy Huggett)
The mascarpone and caramelised figs added a creamy, slightly tangy contrast that felt grown-up and indulgent.
I wandered around Herne Hill as I ate, and despite my best efforts, I couldn’t quite finish it all – but every bite was worth it.
Rich, smooth, and absolutely packed with flavour, this was hands-down some of the best gelato I’ve had in London.