Since leaving NYC, I've tried to indulge in all things that reminded me of home. Mister Softee was the epitome of a NYC summer. There was nothing like running around in the sprinklers and hearing that unavoidable ice cream truck song. So when an email circulated the office, "MISTER SOFTEE IS OUTSIDE NOW!". Not five seconds later did I snatch up my wallet and race my way to the elevator. It was like I was seven again.
I get to the window and immediately ask for my usual... "A rainbow sprinkle cone please!" It was just like a remembered. Soft served vanilla ice cream, rolled in rainbow sprinkles on a cone, so simple but so NYC.
That'll be FOUR DOLLARS. Damn... nostalgia is costly, but I'd pay anything (sorta) for that perfect cone.