Thursday, April 3, 2008
Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you Mr G's House of 2000 Flavors.
Living in Indiana for so long, I thought I had started to go crazy. I have looked up and down the Hoosier state for good, really good, transcendent, homemade ice cream, and every time, I've come up short. It's either too creamy, too watery, too flavorless, too custardy, or too something. These past years, I've been pretty much resigned to the idea that Nana's Ice Cream in Narragansett, Rhode Island must just be a wonderful fluke of homemade ice creamery.
Last night, I was proven wrong --and, believe me, being wrong has never tasted quite so sweet! I ordered a scoop of chocolate ice cream in a waffle cone with chocolate jimmies (okay, this time I chickened out and called them 'sprinkles') and from the first lick, I was transported to a flavor world of deliciousness. Mr G's House of 2000 Flavor's brought back a flood of good memories and, dare I say it, might even best my favorite Nana's.
I have a theory about this. I think the salt in the air coming off the ocean does something to make the ice cream transform from being merely sweet, to becoming savory. But my data set supporting this theory is pretty small.
Oh, all you poor saps in Indiana, I feel for you. You're truly missing out. If you ever take a trip to Fort Myers, I suggest a stop at Mr. G's House. Mmmm.