Hey! Big news! Very important news that you won’t want to miss if you’re anywhere near the Upper West Side, that is. If you’re not, or you’re not even close to the city, then you won’t give a hoot, fig, or other whimsyword about my scoop.
And ahhh, there’s the good humor you’ve come to expect from me.
And there, just above, is more.
See, it’s all about that ice cream I taunted you with visually three weeks ago and which I described in a bit more detail eight days a week later. The Van Leeuwen ice cream truck that I feared yes, feared! did not find a permanent seasonal spot from which to dispense the stuff ice cream dreams are made of has indeed secured its spot outside Citarella (a half-pirouette away from Fairway), and will be there, according to Ben, the impossibly adorable ice cream fella who mans the truck, through the 31st of October!
One scoop of chocolate, one scoop of hazelnut
This time (8 August, for those of you keeping track in a secret Moleskine®), I opted for a cup rather than a cone, so I would not have to savagely swipe at it before it dripped down my hand (thus possibly obscuring my manicure [Essie® Fishnet Stockings, ladies!]). However, by the time I took this picture, I may as well have chosen a cone for all the meltiness that I allowed. (The shot you see here was the 16th I took, against a variety of summery backgrounds. I suffer for my art.)
The combination of chocolate and hazelnut is truly one of nature’s greatest achievements, right up there with dogs, Gregory Peck, and wedge heels. Anyone who has ever dipped himself face-first into a large jar of Nutella® can attest to the veracity of my claim. But of course, you must experience all things for yourself do not just go on my word (even though my word is gospel) and I suggest you do so, especially in this case.
I may get some (oh shush) later, after a romantic dinner date, and will delight you with yet another close-up of my manicure posing by the ice cream in front of a summery backdrop.
As always, stay tuned.