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Houston, we have a problem. And her name is ice cream. Don't get me wrong, I love a good scoop of toffe heath or fresh strawberry. But I married a icecreamaholic. And what happens when you mix my recessive genes with her dominate sugartastic ones; a kiddo that loves the stuff. "What do you want to do for your 8th birthday Sydney?" "I want a party at Ample Hills, the best ice cream shop in the world!" How does a parent say "no" to that?
Before opening this Prospect Heights bastion of the new "Brooklyn" cool, Brian Smith was a published Sci-fi author and producer for the Sy Fy station. Clearly, giving up monster movies for cream was a genius career move. Sydney got to go back stage to see the magic at work. What makes that "cracked caramel" so good? How many egg yolks go in that "egg nog" flavor? (uh, yeah 10!) "I'm sorry, did you say the 'Munchies' has ritz, potato chips AND pretzels?" He got to ride the ice cream bike, as did all of his friends. Props to our friend Emily S ("Emily's Homemade" cookies, amazing!) for pioneering this outing in our circle, it was amazing AND delicious.
We used to walk the twenty or so minutes there every once and a while. It was a good buffer. Today I discovered that they have an outpost at Pier 4 in the Brooklyn Bridge Park. But then, on the way home I was reminded of something terribly sinister that I had read this spring. There is now an Ample Hills factory and shop just down the street at Union at Nevins. Oh no!