More predictable were the peach sorbet (served in a real frozen peach) and tartuffo al cioccolato (a chocolate covered ice cream ball).

The white peach sorbet is nothing short of exquisite.

The star of the desserts was luscious peach sorbet, the extremely fruity ice served in a hollowed peach.

She was reading the ingredients on a peach sorbet when she heard two women talking one aisle over, hidden by the freezers.

Perhaps I can charm her into a little demonstration this evening over peach sorbet and a bottle of Dom Perignon.

All this was nicely complemented by delicate peach sorbet.

Desserts (all $5.75) are not a strong point based on samplings of the run-of-the-mill chocolate cake and undistinguished peach sorbet.

Mr. Maccioni returns, waiter in tow, to offer peach sorbet in a crazily ornate Venetian glass.

On the lighter side is rejuvenating cold cherry soup with a glacier of white peach sorbet floating in the middle.

Flourless chocolate cake is sublime; peach sorbet and Prosecco wine served in a pretty tulip-shaped glass is a refreshing punctuation mark.