So I’m driving around the Upper West Side of Manhattan… Now, I won’t say I was just looking for the Haagen Dazs strawberry cheesecake ice cream…I was meeting some friends at a bar, but I did remember that there was a Haagen Dazs store on 72nd street, so I figured I’d go check it out. On the way, I went to a couple of supermarkets to check the freezer section for my elusive flavor. I not only found nothing, but the ice cream store I remembered was gone. On my way to the bar, I noticed that my old favorite Krispy Kreme from the summer of “Krispy Kreme, Grey’s Papaya and Haagen Dazs” was now BUTTERCUP Bakery!?!?!!? But wait…what was that last thing…right! There’s another Haagen Dazs across the street from the Grey’s Papaya. I walk in there and the very first thing I see is:
I quickly ask the guy what time he closes, go over to the bar and spend the next four hours staring at the clock to make sure I didn’t miss the midnight closing time…um…I mean I spent the next four hours enjoying good company, drink and fine conversation. At the end of it all, we went over to the ice cream shop and…
Suck it, the ‘we sent our discontinued flavors to Mexico’ people.
I’m going to go stick my face in a pint now.