
Wild Quebec Strawberry
Fraises sauvages from a Wakefield grower, folded into cream the same afternoon.
An artisan ice cream shop at the gateway to Gatineau Park. Small-batch scoops churned each morning from Quebec cream, wild berries and pure maple — under one striped pink-and-butter awning.
La cigale — the cicada — is the unmistakable voice of a Quebec summer. We borrowed the name for a shop that does the same thing: marks the season with something joyful, fleeting and made by hand.
Every batch starts with cream from a family dairy outside Wakefield, eggs from a farm down the road, and fruit that was on a bush forty-eight hours earlier. Nothing is shipped in pre-mixed, nothing is rushed.
“If we wouldn’t feed it to our own kids on a Sunday afternoon, it doesn’t go in the case.”
Strawberries picked Tuesday morning are in your cone by Wednesday evening.
Flavours rotate with whatever the Outaouais is giving us this week. Here’s what’s in the case right now.

Fraises sauvages from a Wakefield grower, folded into cream the same afternoon.

Steeped Gatineau Hills lavender, raw wildflower honey from a Cantley apiary.

Single-origin amber syrup from a sugar shack on the Wakefield road, twice.

Slow-cooked curd swirled through cold-set custard — sour, sunny, sharp.

Outaouais raspberries crushed cold with organic rose water and a whisper of lime.

Real pods, split & scraped, with a butter-rich custard base. Honest. Quiet. Lovely.
What happens between sunrise and the first scoop served at noon.
Fruit arrives before 7am from growers within an hour of the shop. We sort by hand at the back bench.
Cream sits with vanilla pods, lavender, or fresh purée — overnight, slow and cold for full aroma.
Ten-litre batches in a copper churn. Soft, dense, low overrun — the way ice cream used to be.
Into the case at 11:55. The first cone goes out the door five minutes later. Sells out most evenings.
Nothing here is shelf-stable.
If it’s in the case, it was made this morning.
Two old-fashioned scoop stations, a vintage glass freezer with the flavours on view, a porch with three benches and a perfect view of Old Chelsea’s main street. Bring the dog.
We’re an easy detour after a hike on the P1 trail, a swim at Meech Lake, or a Sunday drive up from Ottawa.
New flavours, the spring re-opening date, and the occasional invitation to a Sunday tasting on the porch. No spam, no chatter.