Marble Slab Creamery

Come here all the time, amazing ice cream and staff. 10/10, would come any day of the week.

not worth visiting
we went there for hot fudge brownie sunday
got cold brownie and no customization

i’ve visited other marble slabs but this one is not a canadian experience

Plenty of flavour & topping choices. Ice cream is put on a marble slab and mixed is the best way I can explain what is done to it. Portions are generous but I thought a bit expensive.

Very bad service and soggy ice creams. Nobody would like to drink their ice creams from waffle cones. Pathetic!!

The Best in Brampton

My friend Tanisha bought this ice cream from this store,she works here oh my God the taste of this ice cream is so good, I tried this for the first time. I am gonna visit here because this is amazing. cookies n cream. Loved it👌🏻

Always meet tanisha over there best service love to go because of her customer service.

Excellent

I was in hurry Tanisha helped me to decide the best ice cream flavour, she was so nice and polite to me, loved this place will come back here for my ice creams with my kids.

Had a great experience at the ice cream parlour today! The cute girl working in the morning was super humble and friendly—made the visit even better. The place was very neat and clean, and the service was quick. Loved the atmosphere and the delicious ice cream. Definitely coming back!

Tanisha & Kiran are very hard working and nice girls , thank you for the yummy ice cream and wonderful customer service. 🫶🏻

Good morning folks!!!! Last night I got “took” and it’s all on me. This is funny folks. Please read my pain… lol THE $9 SCOOP OF LIFE LESSON 🍒🧊💸 You know those moments in life where you realize, deep in your soul, that you have absolutely no one to blame but yourself? Yeah. This is one of those. It was hotter than a dragon’s yoga class. I was sweaty, desperate, and borderline hallucinating. I didn’t need water. I didn’t need shade. I needed ice cream, and I needed it yesterday. Then it appeared — the shining beacon of salvation. A sign so colorful it could’ve been designed by a unicorn on a sugar high. I floated in like a moth to a beautifully air-conditioned flame. Instant relief. Cool air. Bubblegum walls. Lights bright enough to perform minor surgery under. POP SHOP soda displays. A wall of cones arranged like fine art. I was dazed. Delirious. Enchanted. I forgot all my principles, my budget, my common sense. I was in deep. Then came the flavour search. Tiger Tail? Nope. Black Cherry? YES! Jackpot! “Just a small cup of Black Cherry, please,” I squeaked, like I wasn’t about to make the worst financial decision since Blockbuster said no to Netflix. She scoops once. She scoops twice. I’m thinking—okay, not bad! BUT THEN… She turns… Walks over to a cold stone slab… And just starts obliterating the ice cream with what looked like mini garden tools. She mashed it. Flattened it. Emotionally wounded it. I just stood there, blinking in horror like, “Is… is this part of the experience?” Was I supposed to intervene? Was this ice cream performance art?? My brain whispers, “It’s fine. She’s unlocking the flavour, like when you swirl wine or drop a single drop of water into fine Scotch. It opens the flavours up.” Right. Cool. Scientific. Finally—FINALLY—she scrapes the now unrecognizable cherry mush into a thimble-sized cup. A baby cup. The kind of thing you’d use for a hamster’s birthday party. She turns the debit machine around. $9. NINE DOLLARS. FOR A SMALL CUP OF BLACK CHERRY MYSTERY PASTE. AND THEN—you guessed it—no skip tip button. Just a sweet little screen that says: 15% 😁 18% 😄 25% 😍 You’re a garbage person 😡 if you scroll. I scroll. HARD. Find the “No Tip” button like I’m discovering buried treasure. Tap it with the emotional strength of someone who’s about to get ghosted by their bank. My card practically jumped out of my hand, screaming, “You fool!” But it was too late. APPROVED. And I swear I heard the cash register cackle and say, “Sucker!” Or maybe that was the teen behind the counter. Or the disembodied voice of Dave Ramsey weeping softly in the distance. I walk outside. $9 poorer. No cherry chunks. No dignity. Just me, my cup of sadness, and the knowledge that I’ve just been legally mugged by an ice cream shop. Lesson learned, folks: If the decor looks like Barbie opened a dessert museum and the staff treat your dessert like they’re auditioning for Iron Chef: Dairy Edition… RUN. Because that’s not a scoop shop. It’s a wallet assassination boutique. Next time? I’m buying a tub from the grocery store and smashing it myself with a spoon. For $4 and a little self-respect. MAKE IT A GREAT DAY!!!! Chase that light, cheers

Very tasty worth the $9.03 CND although it melted too quickly.

Very disappointed. Purchased a ice cream cake for someones birthday. Paid nearly for $50 for it only to barely have any of the mix-ins I bought in the actual cake - I essentially got pure ice cream with iced writing. Would not recommend the ice cream cakes at this location.

We come here all the time. Tanisha is always very helpful, smiling, welcoming. I am always happy to see her when I come in here.