The Brooklin Ice Cream Factory: But is it worth the $16 ride?
The day was cloudy a little bit gray. I wonder what we should do today? So, let’s go to Brooklyn to get ICE CREAM. Like there aren’t enough places in Manhattan to get ice cream? What, it’s another country over there? Yeah, well, kinda. So me and Bella hopped in a cab and $16 later, we were smack on the waterfront waiting on LINE, a LONG line, like a 45 minute line to eat friggin’ ice cream. But while wating, I met a man from Queens, who very nicely told me all about DUMBO (Down Under the Manhattan Brooklyn Overpass–Or something like that) who came all the way to have vanilla ice cream (they ran out of Butter Pecan) and a woman who constantly threatened her obnoxious twin 4 year old boys that if they didn’t stop, they wouldn’t get ice cream, (to which I seconded) so, by the time I got to the front I was thinking that this was going to be the BEST DAMN ice cream I ever had or all these people would not be standing on an hour long line (yes, I know I said 45 minutes, but it ended up being an hour). So, as I meandered my way to the front of the line I wondered WHY it was taking SO long, it’s not like there are THAT many people and then I see the reason. It is because of this:
Two, very young, very two, only two kids scooping for the entire city of Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens and Staten Island combined on a very hot, very muggy Sunday holiday weekend. Alrighty then. To the ice cream. There are only six flavors, but unlike the unfortunate man with his Butter Pecan, they did
not run out of Chocolate Chunk. Which looked like this, and at least according the look on Bella’s face, a very satisfying this. (Mine was the one with the diet sized drizzle of hot fudge, but I didn’t have the cone.)
And then we get to stroll the promenade, and soak in the view, which happened to be this:
And in case you are wondering, that fall of water to the right, is indeed a New York version of a waterfall. And we also got to watch this:
Which, in case you can’t see in this over edited photo, five different bridal parties taking pictures of the Big Dirty Apple behind them, which, although gorgeous, would on my wedding day be marred by the fact that the pier is crowded with not only tourists, and humans like me taking pictures, but with FOUR OTHER BRIDES sharing my spotlight, but I’m still single so go figure. And then, because in the 15 years since I’ve lived in New York I’ve never done this (most likely because I’ve only been to DUMBO 2 other times in my life and that was for business), I decided to walk over the Brooklyn Bridge, because shouldn’t I do that ONCE in my life? And on the way we got to see this:
And then, we got to see THIS:
We also got to see this:
which was a bit annoying because we kept having to stop every five feet on the very crowded bridge to let the tourists take their PERFECT pictures. But all-in-all, I think the ice cream was worth the $16.