I like ice cream. I like cookies. Ice cream and cookies all at once… euphoria! What’s not to like about the old time favorite ice cream sandwich? I remember being very excited as a kid when I would hear that familiar high-pitched tune, signaling the one, the only, ice cream man! Approaching that ice cream truck, with all the different sugary choices colorfully plastered around the service window, I would very often choose the good ole’ chipwich. A prepackaged vanilla ice cream sandwiched between two frozen chocolate chip cookies, it was all a kid could hope for. Ah, youthful days… But little did I know!
When I walked up to the Coolhaus food truck for the first time, I expected a decent, good, tasty ice cream sandwich. That isn’t what I got… not even close. It was SO much more than that. I have never had an ice cream sandwich this good. It was stupid good. So good I now literally compare all other ice cream sandwiches to the pedestal I have erected for my ice cream sandwich love: Coolhaus!
Every time I walk past Danny Meyer’s Shake Shack in the city, whether it be Madison Square Park, Upper West or East side, or in the Theater District, the line is always ridiculously long. I have a couple of friends that are Shake Shack addicts, so it’s been on my list of places to try. However, I never can find it in me to wait that long for glorified fast food. Well, recently I was in the city with Asheley and two friends to check out April Bloomfield’s hip gastropub, The Spotted Pig. We were taking a pre-dinner stroll around the Flatiron building and Madison Square Park when my friend casually commented that the Shake Shack line in the park looked pretty small. It was only about 2 hours until we planned on eating dinner, so a full meal wasn’t an option. However, being called Shake Shack and all, I figured I could at least take advantage of the short line to try a shake. I mean, that’s what a place with shake in the title would be known for, right? Wrong…
If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again! About a month ago, Asheley and I attempted to dine at April Bloomfield’s The Spotted Pig in the West Village with two of our good friends. We arrived in Manhattan way before dinner time, so we took the opportunity to travel around the city for some pre-dinner snacks. By the time we were hungry again, it was 8 p.m. and we called The Spotted Pig to see what the wait time was like… 2 and 1/2 hours. No thank you. It was a Sunday night and we all had to get up early the next day for the work week. Wanting to see what the buzz was all about at this place (and there is a lot of buzz), we quickly found another date that worked for all of us a few weeks later and we tried again. Here’s a rather detailed recap of our experience.