After bidding adieu to Cole last Wednesday, I set off to find some bubble tea along Third Avenue. Unless you’ve been living in an air-conditioned bunker, you know that New York has felt like the face of the sun lately, and Wednesday saw the highest temperatures yet. It’s no surprise, then, that I was easily side-tracked from my tea quest by an ice cream truck named Cool Haus on 14th Street. Its funky pictures of house-shaped ice cream sandwiches first caught my eye, and then I noticed a sign explaining that their products were organic and sustainable, right down to edible paper wrappers. I love a good food gimmick, so I promptly made a purchase: Nutella toasted almond ice cream between two pistachio agave cookies. A cheerful, slightly eccentric woman chirped, “It’s crazy how fast shorts can get dirty!” as she handed me the sammie. I felt self-conscious and wondered if she knew my shorts were supposed to be brown, until I realized that she was referring to herself. It wasn’t long before mine were no better. The thick heat reduced the Nutella goodness to a dripping mess and soon I was wearing the treat instead of eating it. The ice cream that I did manage to eat had an unremarkable flavor, but the cookies…Oh, the cookies. They were like condensed, chewy pieces of baklava, with a slight nutty crunch and a hint of honey. I nibbled the wrapper (made from potatoes!), but couldn’t bring myself to actually eat it. I was too embarrassed to stand on the street munching on paper while covered in chocolate goo. When I returned to the truck for a picture, the woman leaned out the window and asked how I’d liked my sandwich. I offered her high praise and she replied, “The company was started by architects!” as if it would convince me what I’d tasted was even more delicious. It explained why the diagrams of the ice cream were shaped like houses, but not much else. Cool Haus’ website says the creations were simply inspired by, not created by, architects. Whatever the case may be, I’ll be returning for those heavenly pistachio cookies.
P.S. — If you are actually living in an air-conditioned bunker, can the Realcity staff come over sometime?