Rachel A. Gay enough for the Big Gay Ice Cream Shop
There is one question you need to ask yourself every time you go to the Big Gay Ice Cream Shop. Are you gay enough?
As if the giant unicorn mural on the wall wasn’t enough to get you prancing, you have to channel your inner Rainbow Brite to really feel it.
I walked in overwhelmed. How do you order? What is everything? What does this ice cream look like? Is what I am ordering gay enough?
I’m a late bloomer to the Big Gay Ice Cream world. I was also surprised to find that the BGICS used to be the juice/smoothie shop Xoom. Well whatever, places close in NYC every day. And I love what the Gays did to the place. *throws fairy dust in the air* It’s fabulous!
I thought about what I would like on my ice cream cone. Crushed Nilla wafers. Chocolate. My inner anxieties took over. Was that gay enough? It just didn’t sound gay enough.
So I went with the Salty Pimp, one of the signature items of BG, rather than making my own concoction. Vanilla ice cream, Dulce de Leche, chocolate dipped, and sea salt. WOWZERS! ZING! Oh man. It was good. First of all, the chocolate dipped cone was hard. Automatic win. It reminded me of the hard shell chocolate I used to eat as a kid. That topping was a special treat. The Dulce de Leche was sweet and the invisible sea salt really made the flavors come all together and pop. I would have never thought of sprinkling salt on ice cream, but like on chocolate- a little bit works wonders. I think the salt really was the key ingredient here. As for the ice cream, it really is nothing special. It’s mediocre Mr. Softee stuff. But with all the toppings and makeover Mr Softee goes from zero to hero here.
My friend, who at first said no to the gayness, gave in and got the Mermaid. Vanilla ice cream, Key Lime curd, graham crackers, and whipped cream. We were immediately hypnotized by Splash and gobbled it up. What’s not to like about tartness and a little whip? The sundae reminded me of Steve’s Key Lime pies in Red Hook. -note to self: must make a trip out to BK soon-
I switched back from stealing spoonfuls of my friend’s sundae to sucking the ice cream out of my leaky cone. It’s okay to eat a little risque at BGICS. They are all fun, games, and innuendo. Hell, some people have said the ice cream is just a tad short of being orgasmic. Um, I wouldn’t go that far…
I want the American Globs next time. I need my pretzels but it will be hard to separate from my Salty Pimp. Letting go ain’t easy.
So who wants to help plan my next escape with me? I see ice cream in your future. Tips welcome.
Categories: Ice Cream and Frozen Yogurts, Desserts
125 E 7th St
(between Avenue A & 1st Ave)
New York, NY 10009
Neighborhoods: East Village, Alphabet City