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It was a nice day. It is a holiday weekend. Everyone wants some ice cream.

Now I loves me some Bi-Rite Creamery. You know I do. And I really wanted some ice cream today. However, when I saw the line at Bi-Rite that stretched into the next block, I wanted to stick one of their compostable spoons in my eye at the sheer thought of waiting in it. The ice cream is really fucking great, don't get me wrong. It's just that I don't see how one could justify waiting in a line of that sort for anything short of...oh, I don't know, war rations perhaps?

If you are a masochist with some serious PMS this weekend that decides you HAVE to go there, get a cone with the brown butter pecan and toasted coconut. The combo is positively magical.

Jon and I picked up some fancy ice cream novelties from our neighborhood bodega instead. Good times.

xoxo
Joy

"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld

P.S. We were at the Ferry Building at 7:00 a.m. this morning (ah, the things you do when you've been awake since 4:45) when we witnessed, nay almost became a part of, a huge police foot chase. As we were unloading Diner #3 from the car, we saw/heard several cop cars and watched at least half a dozen cops going after a man who was calmly walking away from them, coffee cup in hand, canvas shopping bag on shoulder. The cops kept ordering him to stop, guns drawn even getting close enough to beat his legs with their batons, and the man KEPT WALKING (let me tell you how thrilled I was when they started yelling "everybody get down" as my son was smack in the middle of it all in his stroller). Seriously, the dude just looked like a slightly disheveled college professor out for his morning coffee. The cops even fired shots from what we assume was an air gun, and another bystander said she heard an ambulance shortly thereafter. Neither we nor the other folks who witnessed what we saw had any fucking idea what it was all about. If you happen to have the deets, please fill us in. We're dying to know.