We also ate numerous ice cream cones. In Ashland, on our way south, I had a salted caramel and roasted banana cone at Mix (incidentally, a great coffee stop between here and there).
In San Francisco, I tried a malted vanilla and chocolate (twirled together) soft-serve (made with organic Straus cream) at Bi-Rite Creamery. I also had one of their addictive toffee chip cookies (studded with pecan toffee and chocolate chips). If you remember my last adventure at Bi-Rite, you’ll be happy to know I learned my lesson. This time we arrived on foot.
Soft-serve at Bi-Rite
We also made it to Humphrey Slocombe Ice Cream. Last time I was in San Francisco I’d planned on going, but my mind got a little addled after visiting Bi-Rite. This time I stayed focused. I was a bit worried we’d be fighting lines, since the New York Times ran a splashy article in their magazine the Sunday before we went.
Of all the ice cream I ate on vacation, theirs was the most unusual. But how soon will some of their flavors seem normal? Most ice cream shops we visited offered salted caramel ice cream, which would have seemed unusual just a few years ago. Suddenly Salt and pepper doesn’t seem such a stretch. Pepper and mint (my daughter had that one) was delicious. Balsamic caramel was also good—it reminded me a bit of sekanjabin, the sweet and sour middle eastern drink made with a wine vinegar syrup and mint.
Humphrey Slocombe Secret Breakfast with Salt and Pepper
I was sorry to miss their salted licorice ice cream, but happily made do with a scoop of Secret Breakfast (bourbon and cornflakes—talk about inspired!) and a scoop of salt and pepper.
One small confession: I’d already tried the Humphrey Slocombe Secret Breakfast in an affogato at the SFMOMA rooftop garden coffee bar, made with Blue Bottle espresso (eaten, appropriately, well before noon).
Okay, I also had a piece of Thiebaud cake at SFMOMA. Can you blame me? Butter cake with (on the day I was there) lemon curd and strawberry buttercream. Pretty as, well, a picture. But much prettier than my picture.
Poor photo of a beautiful piece of cake
Check out the pictures at Design Sponge instead (though they’re of a Thiebaud chocolate cake).
When in Berkeley, we always stop at Ici. In my book, it’s the perfect ice cream shop. The decor is reminiscent of old-time ice cream parlors, and yet charmingly fresh. And it’s less than a block away from my (long gone) childhood favorite, Bott’s Ice Cream. So on the off chance the part of my brain that tells me I want ice cream needs priming, walking that block of College Avenue puts me straight into my ice cream mood.
And the ice cream? It's fantastic. How to choose between flavors like apricot, Black Mission fig ice, anise candied orange, chocolate with pink peppercorns, and cardamom rose?
The counter at Ici
The line at Ici was the perfect length—just long enough to carefully consider the flavors. In the end, I went with a double scoop: apricot noyeaux and toasted almond sour cherry. Heaven.
On our way back north, we stopped in Healdsburg at Downtown Bakery and Creamery. We usually stop by when visiting; my mother and sister started the bakery with Kathleen Stewart back in 1987 (the same year my Grace was born). Today Downtown Bakery is Kathleen’s baby. The kids always want to stop in for doughnut muffins. I’m happy to oblige. And get an ice cream cone, this time apricot and blackberry. Does anything taste more like summer?
Downtown's ice cream
In Seattle we only made it to Molly Moon’s. But we made it there twice. That’s because on the first day we tried their Theo Chocolate flavor, made with, you guessed it, chocolate from the local Theo Chocolate (who’s supposed to offer an outstanding tour—I’m still kicking myself for not planning ahead and reserving a spot).
So we went back a second day. Funny story. Since The Capitol Hill Block Party was going on, parking was at a premium. We scored a decent spot, and went to lunch at Oddfellows (where I enjoyed my first BLT of this late-in-coming tomato season). Before going for ice cream, Pavel went back to feed the meter.
Which technically you’re not supposed to do. But he did. Later, we walked leisurely back to our car, licking our cones. We turned the corner, looked towards our car, but didn’t see it. Both Pavel and I instantly feared the worst. We’ve developed bad ice cream parking consciences.
All was okay. There was just a really big car blocking ours. My nerves would be much calmer if people wouldn’t park monster cars behind my parked car. At least when I’m getting ice cream.
And those pictures? Sorry about the low-quality. I snapped them with my iphone, my hands shaking with summertime ice cream anticipation.