If someone could explain to me where all of my brain cells are going, I’d greatly appreciate that. Maybe it’s the Ambien I’m taking? I wonder if it makes you stupid. As a “regular reader” you probably came across my recent post titled, “You Can Never Have Too Many Sprinkles.” As a new reader, you may not have. The point is, this past Saturday June 20, 2015, I completely confused myself when going on a food adventure and as luck would have it, something similar happened to me on Tuesday, June 23, 2015.
I’ve got my place picked out, Jacques Torres and I know I’m going to get an ice cream sandwich there. How do I know that? Because I’ve read The Infatuation Summer 2015 New York Guide which specifically lists Jacques Torres’ ice cream sandwiches are a must try. I run into problem number one when deciding on which location to go to. Since there are a few of them in Manhattan, I was trying to plan out the most logical route towards the rest of the errands I had to do in the afternoon. It seems like recently, whatever I find to be logical, is actually the exact opposite. I thought about going to the Jacques Torres in Grand Central Station, but it’s not a direct subway ride and since it was around 500 degrees outside, I opted not to spend more time in the tunnels than necessary. The most convenient location to get to is in Rockefeller Center, so off I went.
Back in April 2015, I mentioned getting lost looking for the Ben & Jerry’s in the Concourse Level of Rock Center, which I wrote about in the post titled, “The Things We Do For A Free…” Well, I still haven’t figured it out. I had to stop and ask an adult (a few of my friends would understand that) how to enter the concourse level from being outside. Feeling like an asshole, I get into the elevator clearly marked “concourse level” and begin looking for Jacques Torres. After what seemed like a half hour of wandering around past every single store and restaurant, I finally get there and am excited for my ice cream sandwich.
I have to be honest, I was a little confused about the whole thing. In the back corner, there is a freezer filled with ready made ice cream sandwiches. They look fantastic, don’t get me wrong, and there are a whole bunch of ice cream flavors to choose from. I just thought it would be odd for a pre-made ice cream sandwich to be on a “you have to try this food this summer or else the world will end” type of food list. I pay the $8.99 for my chocolate chunk cookie and vanilla ice cream sandwich (yes, that is how much the damn thing cost) and headed back outside. While my ice cream sandwich is literally dripping ALL OVER my hand, I have 3 different people, including a security guard, come up to me asking about it. Could I possibly draw more attention to myself?
Several napkins later, I am finally cleaned up. I decide the best way to get to my next stop is to walk since I have to go over to Murray Hill. I’m walking and sweating and walking and sweating. I get to 43rd and Madison and have a brilliant idea. Jamie, you should walk through Grand Central so that you can be inside with air conditioning for a full block! Great! And that’s what I do. Casually strolling through towards Lexington Avenue, when my brilliant idea doesn’t seem so brilliant any more. Ultimately, if I went to Grand Central and walked directly passed the Jacques Torres shop there, why did I schlep to Rockefeller Center?
Hot, sticky, and irritated, I finish what I need to do and hop in a taxi to get home. Other than being annoyed with myself for going completely out of the way for no reason, I still couldn’t really figure out the deal with the ice cream sandwich. I decided to check The Infatuation list again and compare it to the Jacques Torres website. Oops! Did you know that Jacques Torres has opened two ice cream shop locations, one in Brooklyn and one in Manhattan? You can go there are “make your own” ice cream sandwich. Guess what? The Manhattan location is in Grand Central Station. So, that whole plan worked out nicely for me.
If someone could explain to me where all of my brain cells are going, I’d greatly appreciate that. Maybe it’s the Ambien I’m taking? I wonder if it makes you stupid. As a “regular reader” you probably came across my recent post titled, “You Can Never Have Too Many Sprinkles.” As a new reader, you may not have. The point is, this past Saturday June 20, 2015, I completely confused myself when going on a food adventure and as luck would have it, something similar happened to me on Tuesday, June 23, 2015.
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Great post!!! So funny!!!