Let’s talk about the memory of ice cream for a moment. Remember the way ice cream used to taste? When we used to chase the ice cream man down hot sidewalks in thin flip flops? The way that ninja turtle ice cream pop melted in a glorious swath of gumball eyes and brightly colored slush? Remember the first time you had homeade ice cream, maybe at a church social? Remember the first breakup you ever had when you ate an entire pint of Breyer’s by yourself, watching Sex and the City and weeping? Maybe that last one was just me.
The Comfy Cow has three locations, and three locations is not enough. It’s a good old fashioned ice cream parlor with a flair and a flash to it, a snippet of interesting flavor here and a giant dollop of glorious freshness there. I may have mentioned that I’m on a perpetual diet and that diet generally forbids desserts (although looking at this blog I’m surprised I don’t weight 19837492847 lbs…yet.) but for the Comfy Cow I would cheat every day of the week and wear stretchy pants for the rest of my life and blame it on my slow metabolism. I AM JUST PREDESTINED TO BE FAT FOREVER (NOM NOM NOM).
Nathen and I opted to try a double scoop each, the Dulce De Leche de Salte and the Vermont Maple Walnut for me and the Erica’s Peanut Butter and Jelly for him and Cinnamon Sugar Swirl. They arrived heaped in cold glass cups and I couldn’t dig in fast enough. This is ice cream for the ages, no joke. The Dulce De Leche De Salte was a foodie flavor, salted caramel, and didn’t dissappoint. So often the pretentious “Salted Caramel” treats end up tasting like someone dipped a caramel apple into sidewalk salt, but this was the perfect cold balance of thick custardy caramel and the bite of salt at the end.
The Vermont Maple Walnut was dark and icy, studded with thick buttery walnut pieces and swirled with real tree sap, gorgeous to the last bite I may or may not have slurped from the bottom of my cup. The Peanut Butter and Jelly was not too sweet, rather fresh and grape tinged with a nice peanut butter aftertaste, and the cinnamon was perfect, utterly perfect. I love cinnamon ice cream so much, and I especially love the texture of that fluffed up iced cream and the granules of spice.
The Comfy Cow is covered with pink and looks like a nice little vintage ice cream shoppe, and they carry various treats including chocolates from the cellar door, which is definitely on my list to visit next. They are somewhat famous for the man vs. food visit when the man took on the giant Comfy Cow Sundae, a mammoth of a thing. Every Monday this amazing establishment puts out a new “foodie flavor” in a limited batch—these have included moonshine, lemon lavender, and fig balsamic. Still despite all the trimmings and do-dads and interesting events, the bastion of regularly offered flavors (and seasonals) is enough to satisfy foodies and their less pretentious friends and even their kids. Give the comfy cow a visit for a dose of nostalgia and deliciousness.