Call me a hypocrite. Actually don’t. In my last ice cream post, I declared that the ice cream at Bruster’s was “creamier” and “fresher” than Jake’s. However, I concluded: “I still prefer the quirky flavors at Jake’s….”
And tonight Lauren and I dined at the Flying Biscuit, where we saw an Ice Cream truck:
Do you remember ice cream trucks? Lauren didn’t have one growing up and I think that amounts to some severe form of child endangerment. Ice Cream trucks are vital to anyone’s childhood. I still remember my favorite flavor: the Good Humor Strawberry Shortcake bar. (Check out the Upper Left Corner tonight and post your favorite Ice Cream truck ice cream).
After traipsing down memory lane, we made our way over to Jake’s.
The weather here’s been gorgeous–as it has been for most of the country–and the light in the sky at 7:30 pm made a for a perfect ice cream moment. We made our way down the steps, through the door, and over to the ice cream case:
We then enjoyed a feast of samples. “I’ll try the vanilla!” said Lauren. “I’ll try the toasted coconut!” said I.
After 80,000 tastings, we made our choices. Lauren got the Peppermint Chip and I got the Coconut Custard (the one the woman recommended).
Let me tell you, darling reader, this ice cream was phenomenal.
It looks simple, doesn’t it? But it’s packed with coconut flavor and real shreds of coconut. Normally I don’t finish my cups of ice cream (see “On Keeping My Girlish Figure” post) but I scraped this cup clean.
We sat outside at a table and watched one cat chasing another and then mounting it.
“Those cats are having sex!” I declared.
Here’s the male culprit on the way back:
Ends up he’s a Kitty Porn star and he kindly autographed his book, Cats in Love:
I felt like a cat in love with that coconut ice cream in my belly. It was great. I confirm my previously tentative declaration: Jake’s has the best ice cream in Atlanta.