A few weeks ago at work, I was asked by my supervisor to go
and buy ice cream sandwiches for one of the P.R. coordinators birthdays. He
gave me petty cash, and said I should go to this new place that opened called
Smush near Bryant Park. Although an odd assignment, I was excited to walk
through the city and to check out a new place.
I was in love with Smush when I walked in. It was a modern
ice cream shop with amazing street art on the walls. There was only one guy
working behind the counter, but the shop was empty aside from one homeless man
standing in the corner who wanted some ice cream. I asked the guy working there
who did the art for the shop, and he told me it was a local artist in New York
who is friends with one of his co-workers. My boss had asked me to get an
assortment, so I asked him to just make me fifty dollars worth of their most
popular ice cream sandwiches, which he found amusing. Once he began to work, I
realized these ice cream sandwiches were borderline on an art form. He began
with a cookie that is shaped like a slice of short bread. Next came a hefty
square of ice cream, of course in a variety of flavors and colors. On top of
the ice cream came thin swirled slices of fudge, layers of various toppings and
drizzles, followed by another cookie to complete the sandwich. He sliced them
diagonally like a grilled cheese. I was so fascinated with the sandwich making
process I did not even notice the homeless man had began taking a few steps
closer to me. I came out of my daze and went to the other side of the register
away from him. He got the hint, and left. The sandwich man found this
entertaining and we talked about the unfortunate homeless population in
Manhattan.
I left the store forty-six dollars, thirty minutes, and 7
ice cream sandwich’s later. I definitely planned on coming back to Smush after
work one day. My supervisor was thrilled with the cookies. The only unfortunate
part of the experience was that I was unable to try any of them, as I had to
leave early in the day to get back for class. Hopefully I will get to stop in
again and try those amazing sandwich masterpieces myself.
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