Thursday, July 31, 2008
Yesterday, I had an enormous chocolate ice cream cone. I'm still thinking about it. I got it at the Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory. My kids each had one, too. Elliot, my son, wore most of his. Helen, my daughter, couldn't finish hers. We swapped and she finished mine, which I'd almost finished. I took a few licks of hers and threw the rest away. It was one of the hardest things I've done in a long time, which says something either about how good the ice cream is or how lucky I've been of late. In any case, if you're in New York, this ice cream shop is just a water taxi away from the South Street Seaport. Go try some. You won't be disappointed.