I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream (Mitchell’s Ice Cream — San Francisco, CA)
This summer I did a show where one of the characters referenced Mitchell’s Ice Cream. Night after night I’d listen to the line in rehearsal. Finally, one night I couldn’t handle the temptation any longer and drove straight from my rehearsal in Berkeley to Mitchell’s in the Mission. I felt like such a junkie.
Mitchell’s has been around for ages. Jon and I were there at around 10 last night and there was a line out the door. We took our little ticket with the number 84. We looked at the counter and saw they were on number 72. This is at 10 p.m. in November. It’s about 50 degrees out and there is a line out the door.
This line includes us, people dressed up for a night on the town, some families, a group of teenage kids, etc. It’s like a little cross section of San Franciscan peeps.
Now you don’t just get hungry for Mitchell’s, you get horny for it. I’m not kidding. Once you get a craving, you can’t avoid it. It’s homemade, ultra creamy and they have the best flavors.
Mitchell’s has all the regular stuff (vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, etc.) and then they’ve got the stuff that no one else has like Mexican chocolate, ube (purple yam), avocado and my personal favorite — buko (young coconut). They also have seasonal flavors. Right now they’ve got pumpkin, egg nog and peppermint stick.
Once, when Jon’s sister was visiting, we decided we had to take her there. We decided to go on the way to the airport. The line was pretty long and it was taking longer than expected. Rather than have her miss out on the experience, we called jet blue, moved the flight to the following day, paid the change fee and got our ice cream. We moved a flight to eat Mitchell’s ice cream. I’m not kidding.
Last night, we decided to sample the pumpkin ice cream for kicks (they’ll let you sample anything). It was super tasty, but we decided to stick with our original orders. Jon got a waffle bowl sundae with oreo ice cream, hot fudge, whipped cream, nuts and a cherry. I got a single scoop of buko in a cup with chocolate sprinkles. I love buko. You can also go with macapuno (another coconut) but I prefer buko. It just melts in your mouth and it’s got chewy coconut bits.
So go to Mitchell’s and have some buko or mexican chocolate or chocolate caramel crackle or avocado or ube or egg nog or whatever the hell you feel like. It’s all there, it’s all good and it’s worth the calories.
xoxo
Joy
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“To eat is a necessity, but to eat intelligently is an art.”
–La Rochefoucauld
