feel horrible today. For some reason, it
is weighing heavy on my heart that I’ve kept a secret from my mother. Perhaps it is because she just had a birthday
and I’ve been thinking about her, but the fact is, I know the best place in the
state of Minnesota to get ice cream (frozen custard, actually), and I never
told her. Shame on me.
mother introduced me to ice cream at a very young age. I can’t even remember how old I was when she
took me to Farrell’s Ice Cream Parlour. I had a ball.
Over and above the tambourines, the lights, the bells, the whistles, and
the general calamity that defines Farrell’s, I fell in love with their ice
cream. Since then, I’ve grown older
(much older) and so have my tastes in ice cream. Fortunately, there’s amazing ice cream out
there to be had if you’re willing to look for it. Farrell’s is still here too, and while I’m
nostalgic enough to visit again once in awhile, I’m not there for the ice cream
is here and the stress of business travel is compounded by the heat. Why not take a break and reward yourself with
some premium ice cream? Down south, you
can find Bluebell ice cream if you visit a grocery store. The Bluebell creamery is rather persnickety
about how they make and distribute their goods (God bless them), so unlike Ben
& Jerry’s; you won’t find them in every city. If you do, buy some. I’m partial to Peaches & Homemade
you’re traveling to New York, you’ll have to look for the BGICT! Parked somewhere near Union Square, the Big
Gay Ice Cream Truck takes the confection to an entirely new level. Doug Quint is a professional bassoonist. During the summer months, the symphony is
“lax” in their regular schedule so Doug opened an ice cream business. Not satisfied with regular flavors, Doug adds
an extreme element of sophistication to what he serves. How about some high quality vanilla ice cream
drizzled with Bariani olive oil and sea salt sprinkles? Other additions or “mixins” include pumpkin
butter, craisins, wasabi peas, and curried coconut. One of his treats, the “Choinkwich” is so
popular, he had to take it off the menu.
If you follow him on Twitter (@biggayicecream) and you get a tweet that
says he has carmelized bacon… beat your feat directly to his truck for a
Choinkwich! That’s all I’m saying.
not sure why I’ve kept the secret away from my mom… Perhaps it’s because she
can buy Bluebell ice cream and I can’t.
I even stood by and watched as she made a 45 minute trip away from my
house during her last visit, to try some ice cream at a “famous” MN parlour
called “Izzy’s.” Izzy’s makes Baskin
Robbins ice cream look gourmet. It was
lackluster at best, and the shop was sticky and filthy. Well; here, mom. Here’s my secret, are you ready? Adele’s.
In the quaint little city of Excelsior, MN, there is a small (tiny,
really) creamery that makes fresh frozen custard every single day. Every day brings a new suite of two or three
flavors. I keep a monthly calendar handy
so I don’t miss Pistachio day… You can visit online and even order a custom
handmade gallon of some pretty spectacular
flavors if you want. Mom, I promise…
next time you visit, we’ll head over to Lake Minnetonka, and we’ll get you a
whole gallon of Tin Roof Sunday. Promise…
you have a favorite ice creamery in your neck of the woods, please leave a
comment! Sometimes the best things on
the road are only discovered by word-of-mouth!
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