My current semi-permanent halfway-temporary home (mostly temporary actually) is Los Angeles, California. LA is cool. I had no urge to leave such a place. But I was able to take a break from the groovitude for a trip back to Ohio. LA to CLE? Umm, Cleveland is pretty bleak isn't it? Not so. I now realize that I love this town. Why did I have to go to LA and back to fully realize that? I have no idea. But I do love it. Cleveland has different vibes. It's different, not better or worse. Of course the reason for this speal of speech was Mitchell's Homemade Ice Cream. Wow. What a great place.
Apparently this used to be a theater of some sort. So it's big. And white. Like ice cream. It's got a very clean design going on. Typical ice cream parlorish but with more character and more Cleveland. There's a long counter in front sporting all the ice cream flaves. Thirty or so of them. Immediately behind the counter is mucho glasso through which you can watch the ice cream makers hard at work. There's even a good sized upstairs with an even better view of the process. Is that the coolest part of it all? Of course not. That would be the ice cream. Why would you even ask?
Yeah, homemade ice cream. Ain't that something. And that's not even a joke. I will speak for the Vanilla Bean and the Caramel Sea Salt. I've had ice cream of more taste and creativity at Piccadilly, but there's nothing like some good old homemade vanilla ice cream. The Caramel Sea Salt was salty; in case you didn't catch that already. It was very good though. Probably even worth the sugar and dairy.
This place is CLE. This place is cool. And so is the ice cream because of it wasn't...it would suck.