Winter's finally here. It snowed for the first time last night and it's going to be freezing all week. It's about time--all the 70 degree days this December were kind of freaking me out.
Anyway, despite the season, I still crave ice cream and nothing sounds so good to me right now as the Big Gay Ice Cream Truck. If there's anyone whose food recommendation I trust, it's George. Knowing about my affinity for salty chocolate, he clued me in on the BGICT, namely because of a vanilla soft serve creation topped with caramel, chocolate, and of course, salt. Sigh. Just another reason I kind of wish I lived in NYC. Kind of.
"If I weren't gay, I wouldn't call it the Big Gay Ice Cream Truck.
And if I weren't happy, I wouldn't have the Big Gay Ice Cream Truck.
It would just be the big crabby ice cream truck"
Doug Quint and his Big Gay Ice Cream Truck
via NPR
And if I weren't happy, I wouldn't have the Big Gay Ice Cream Truck.
It would just be the big crabby ice cream truck"
Doug Quint and his Big Gay Ice Cream Truck
via NPR
