11/20, Neveux, Creme fraiche and salted caramel. Melted too fast but I love the flavors here, always.
8/15, Peddler’s Creamery, Mint Chip
Hard, melted quickly, forgettable mint flavor.
I turned the wrong way down a one way in downtown and needed something to soothe the nerves but the girl wouldn’t let me get half one flavor half another. I asked why not she said one scoop one flavor. Ugh, no one else makes me pick, makes me commit to a single flavor.
Left, rue-ing the day.
8/13, Ice Cream Lab, Salt Lick
Caramel, pretzels, sea salt.
Very cold as they pour all the ingredients in and then apply liquid nitrogen or something to freeze it. Very tasty if not a bit overly sweet/salty. Toppings didn’t seem uniformly dispersed, but that’s kind of nice too, like I said, I love a little human error in something as gentle and unnecessary as ice cream.
People who work here seem to be out of work actors, so stupidly beautiful they are. Pricey too, $5 for a small, but everyone is willing to shell out for novelty.
I worry I’ve become too picky in my journey to try all ice cream in LA. Some things may just be out of reach, no matter how you extend your grasp. Maybe something as simple as ice cream shouldn’t be under so much pressure.
This stuff’s pretty great though.
8/7, Carl’s Jr., pop tart ice cream sandwich.
Okay lady, when I asked if you sold ice cream sandwiches and you cheerily replied that you did, this is so obviously not what I meant that it doesn’t even make sense.
Ate it because of course I’m going to eat it. Exactly what you might imagine. Ice cream goes everywhere the dry tart matter gloms together in your mouth. Ice cream from Carl’s is unreasonably good. Probably just in comparison to all other food there.
The kind of treat made by desperate monsters hoping for another craze like the Doritos tacos. Listen though, not all food can be other food, it just can’t.
7/27, John’s Ice Cream in Berkeley, black walnut flavor.
They sell dollar scoops here. A dollar! Imagine that. Think of yourself growing fatter on dollar scoops. But, alas, the quality is as you’d imagine. Lackluster. Very mushy. The walnuts had a nice nutty flavor to them. Seemed like standard flavors available with a few weird ones thrown in. Definitely would get the job done but why even apply for that job? You didn’t want that job then and you don’t want it now.
Too soft. It was fine, okay? Just, fine.
7/14, Carmela’s on 3rd, salted caramel and lavender honey.
Very cold. Perfect consistency but I should have let it melt a bit more. Kind of wolfed this one down en route from interviewing Scott Porter on my way to a pool. Not really a good lunch substitute.
Cone was aces as always.
7/7, McDonald’s, Oreo McFlurry.
I hate that I’m even eating this non-dairy processed food product but it is hot out and there’s traffic and sometimes you just want a thing.
Blended pretty well for one of these. Unmemorable. Cold. Thick. Guess I remembered that it’s cold and thick.
They used to make these differently, used to stir them fully. Now it’s all just dumped in and twitched a few times. Disappointing lack of effort.
7/2, Peddler’s Creamery, salted caramel.
Pudding-like texture. Cold, creamy pudding. Soft and shapeless. Neither truly salty or caramelly enough. Afraid to commit. Getting to the point where I almost would rather be offended than pacified when it comes to consistency and flavour.
Unmemorable overall which is unfortunate given that this is a new, Eco friendly ice cream place in downtown. People looking for something sweet to put in their mouths will be thrilled. No wild flavors, fairly basic.
Seriously, never had an ice cream with such a strange consistency. Not bad, just different.
7/6, Handel’s Homemade Ice Cream, mint chocolate chip, the mint is subtle, the flecks of chocolate are good. Fine combination. Always a little soft, melts real fast. Haven’t been here for two years, last time I had this ice cream I was spending a summer house sitting in Upland and was supposed to be writing the whole summer.
Instead I drank pre mixed margaritas and swam in the pool and lived in fear of the people’s son who would randomly stop by, scary.
I was also kind of dating this guy who lived here. That didn’t last. This past year he called me out of the blue and revealed he had an eight year old son. “But,” I said “that means he was six when we went out. He could talk. You never told me that.”
Anyway that’s the last time I had this ice cream. It’s not a cone it’s a time machine.