I worked across town at Halo Pub’s primary competitor Thomas Sweet (before there was the delicious Bent Spoon). Despite leaving past midnight, covered shoulder deep in sticky rotten sugar milk, scooping ice cream was hardly a strenuous occupation. The motley crew of Thomas Sweet employees always found ways to make humour from the line of customers stretching around the corner.

The two owners of Thos Sweet were hilarious in their own right. one has moved on to open a chocolate store in Philadelphia, and the other has built a wood fired pizza oven in his kitchen and routinely cooks fireworks to startle guests.

caro:

Dave pointed me to this image of the exterior of my first employer.  Oh, memories.

You’d be surprised at how many people didn’t see the “ICE CREAM” on the side of the sign and waltzed in hoping to get a pint of something.  The truth is, there was so much Bacardi in our rum raisin (yup, artisanal ice cream, biatches) that you probably could’ve gotten tipsy from eating enough of it, but honestly, who wants to consume that much rum raisin ice cream?  Not me.