Give Me Some Ice Cream

I have an obsession, and it has nothing to do with the Calvin Klein perfume.

Here are my hints:

I eat it everyday, there can never be enough, and when in doubt if a shop exists in a mile radius of any current location, rest assure, I will find it.

My sixth sense is finding ice cream.

When I was in China I sustained myself on white rice and packaged ice cream when we traveled sometimes for hours/days without legit meals, in my neighborhood I had every spot figured out by the close of my first week, and I have been known to disappear from parties, dinners, events and magically reappear with a cone.

For me, any time of year, ice cream is the ultimate dessert. And I’m one picky bitch when it comes to what constitutes as “good” ice cream.

Eating with a fork is better than a spoon (although this is an odd behavior) because it allows for more of your taste buds to experience the food. I prefer a cone. Lick it up.

And for the record, gelato vs. ice cream? Good ice cream is better than gelato, but gelato is better than about 90% of the ice cream you can get in shops. Gelato typically has a lower butterfat content and less sugar, but done well, is better than frost burnt stale Friendly’s-type ice creams.

A few years ago I wrote an article for Kimberly Belle about the best NYC spots for ice cream. Being inspired, as a I just ate a double dark chocolate cone from GROM, I thought I’d share. I’ve made some adjustments, but it’s a good start for your summer fun …