I’m not the kind of person who gets lost very often. Actually, I didn’t get lost. I think the correct term to use is, absent-minded. On Saturday, June 20, 2015 I “got absent-minded.” I’m still trying to figure out exactly what my brain was doing, so after you read this, please let me know if you’ve figured something out that I haven’t.
I spent the majority of Saturday afternoon trying to plan where I wanted to go. The weather was horrible and I was not in the mood to leave my apartment, but I also felt like I needed to get out. Hours literally passed by before I could make a decision. I didn’t know what kind of food I wanted to eat or which neighborhood I wanted to go to. Finally, sometime around 3-3:30pm I was ready to leave. I had decided that I was going to take the B, D, F, or M train to the Broadway-Lafayette stop in SoHo. There are a lot of places to eat on my “need to try” list in walking distance from this area so I thought it made the most sense. Apparently, a little bit later, sense decided to take a vacation.
I leave my apartment and make a quick stop at the ATM before heading into the subway. I live right by the Herald Square subway stop and can easily hop on the B, D, F, M, line or the N, R, Q. Don’t ask me why I did this, but I walked out of the bank and walked straight to the downtown N/R platform. My intention was to take the subway to 8th street and get out at NYU. I’d walk from there, a couple of blocks into the East Village so that I could get ice cream. It sounds like a great idea, except for the fact that I had no idea why I ended up there.
To refresh your memory, I left my apartment with the intent of going to SoHo and I ended up going to the East Village. Not such a big deal, I understand, but what happened to me?
I get out of the subway and walk 1 block before having an “ah-ha” moment and stopping to look at where I am. I am aware of my location and I’m not lost. I know how to get to various places from the exact spot I’m standing in and I’m fully conscious of the fact that I took the subway to the 8th street station and got out. I just don’t really know how I got there and why I didn’t go to SoHo like I had initially planned.
As confused as ever, I do some quick “GPS” re-routing in my head and decide to walk over to Oddfellows Ice Cream Co. I’ve never been before, but had heard great things about their ice cream and read on several websites that they have some of the best ice cream in all of the city. Even though my afternoon seemed to be out of sorts, my decision to go to Oddfellows was brilliant!
Oddfellows is such a cute ice cream shop and they have some really interesting flavors. Of course, those of you who are on the more adventurous side, may want to try the Black Pepper Strawberry ice cream or the Extra Virgin Olive Oil ice cream. For an A.P.E. like me, I prefer to play it safe with a more traditional flavor, Sprinkles. One might think that a Sprinkles flavored ice cream is plain old vanilla with sprinkles mixed in. One would be incorrect. This is a cake batter base, like a birthday cake with sprinkles mixed in! It was delicious! To top off my single scoop cup, I thought it was only appropriate to get rainbow sprinkles as my topping.
I sat on a bench and ate my ice cream while the door, though not actually revolving, was figuratively revolving with customers. Everyone was really intrigued by the fancy flavor selection Oddfellows had and I was thoroughly entertained by some of the comments I heard when people were reading the menu. In all, this was a great food adventure and I am definitely going to go back for more ice cream. Whether or not I try a new flavor has yet to be decided, but one thing is for sure, you can never have too many sprinkles.
I’m not the kind of person who gets lost very often. Actually, I didn’t get lost. I think the correct term to use is, absent-minded. On Saturday, June 20, 2015 I “got absent-minded.” I’m still trying to figure out exactly what my brain was doing, so after you read this, please let me know if you’ve figured something out that I haven’t.
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