In my house, aside from Dave, my favorite men are Ben & Jerry (and maybe Jimmy Dean and his buddy Oscar Mayer on the occasional Sunday morning - cuz there’s nothing wrong with sausage and or bacon!). xxx
Ah Jolene, interesting and informative as always. The connection between prohibition and sweets and drug store soda fountains is really interesting. Makes perfect sense. I have a strange relationship with ice cream. Stay with me. I absolutely love it. LOVE IT! Yet I seldom find myself eating it!?? I never keep it in the house and rarely buy it when I'm out!? What gives!? Are you familiar with this phenomenon...or as often is the case, it's just me...looking forward to next week's edition.
I go in spurts. I won’t have it for months and then I’ll have it for a week straight 😂 I love it too. By the way, I should have mentioned in the article that pharmacists were allowed to dispense small amounts of ‘medicinal’ alcohol. One stop shopping! 😂 🤗
It's not such an exciting story, but... Part one: When I was in high school, we used to go to the new-fangled, revolutionary Steve's Ice Cream in Somerville (next to Cambridge). They made their own premium ice cream on-site and had "mix-ins" like nuts or coconut or jimmies (that's sprinkles to you non-New Englanders) that they mixed by hand into the ice cream on request, right in front of you. Groundbreaking. Amazing. Delicious. Lines out the door (It was the '70s.)
Then Steve sold the store and, legend has it, went west.
Part two: Later, when I was a few years out of college, a little ice cream parlor named Herrell's opens in Harvard Square. We cognoscenti knew Steve's last name was Herrell, so we figured it had to be connected. One night some friends and I go in, order some ice cream -- delicious as the fabled old stuff -- and go on our way. Hours later I swing past the place, and a slightly older guy (maybe pushing 40?) is closing up the store, hauling garbage to the curb. We start chatting, I say I really liked the ice cream, and wonder why it's not called Steve's. He thanked me, said, he was glad I liked it, and then said, Well, I sold the name with the store, and part of the deal was I couldn't open another ice cream store in the area for ten years. Couldn't use Steve. But I can still use Herrell, thank God!
Ha — now you forced me to go online for research! I knew Herrell’s closed in Harvard Square ages ago, but it turns out it actually opened first in Northampton, MA, where it still exists. The only other store is in Huntington Long Island. And at least one website credits Steve as the founder of craft ice cream in the US.
Makes me want to go to Eddie’s Sweet Shop. An old fashioned ice cream parlor in Forest Hills.
OMG, I’m gonna go the next time I go home to NY and have a chocolate malted 💕
Sounds like a plan
In my house, aside from Dave, my favorite men are Ben & Jerry (and maybe Jimmy Dean and his buddy Oscar Mayer on the occasional Sunday morning - cuz there’s nothing wrong with sausage and or bacon!). xxx
😂 Don’t forget the Colonel 🍗 xx
I just LOVE a man in uniform!!
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Ah Jolene, interesting and informative as always. The connection between prohibition and sweets and drug store soda fountains is really interesting. Makes perfect sense. I have a strange relationship with ice cream. Stay with me. I absolutely love it. LOVE IT! Yet I seldom find myself eating it!?? I never keep it in the house and rarely buy it when I'm out!? What gives!? Are you familiar with this phenomenon...or as often is the case, it's just me...looking forward to next week's edition.
I go in spurts. I won’t have it for months and then I’ll have it for a week straight 😂 I love it too. By the way, I should have mentioned in the article that pharmacists were allowed to dispense small amounts of ‘medicinal’ alcohol. One stop shopping! 😂 🤗
Adorable and delectable, like the author. Nice story about rocky road. Who knew? Made me hungry!
Did I ever tell you about the time I met the Steve from Steve’s, and later Herrell’s ice cream in Cambridge?
Aww, that’s so sweet, David! No, do tell!
It's not such an exciting story, but... Part one: When I was in high school, we used to go to the new-fangled, revolutionary Steve's Ice Cream in Somerville (next to Cambridge). They made their own premium ice cream on-site and had "mix-ins" like nuts or coconut or jimmies (that's sprinkles to you non-New Englanders) that they mixed by hand into the ice cream on request, right in front of you. Groundbreaking. Amazing. Delicious. Lines out the door (It was the '70s.)
Then Steve sold the store and, legend has it, went west.
Part two: Later, when I was a few years out of college, a little ice cream parlor named Herrell's opens in Harvard Square. We cognoscenti knew Steve's last name was Herrell, so we figured it had to be connected. One night some friends and I go in, order some ice cream -- delicious as the fabled old stuff -- and go on our way. Hours later I swing past the place, and a slightly older guy (maybe pushing 40?) is closing up the store, hauling garbage to the curb. We start chatting, I say I really liked the ice cream, and wonder why it's not called Steve's. He thanked me, said, he was glad I liked it, and then said, Well, I sold the name with the store, and part of the deal was I couldn't open another ice cream store in the area for ten years. Couldn't use Steve. But I can still use Herrell, thank God!
Thus ends my brush with ice cream greatness.
And THAT is the Whole Scoop! 😉🍦 is Herrell’s still going?
Ha — now you forced me to go online for research! I knew Herrell’s closed in Harvard Square ages ago, but it turns out it actually opened first in Northampton, MA, where it still exists. The only other store is in Huntington Long Island. And at least one website credits Steve as the founder of craft ice cream in the US.
Delicious! Thank you for sharing your research, Jolene. It is so fun to learn and my kids are enjoying hearing about it too. :)
Thanks, Michelle! Happy Mother’s Day!
Sweet!
Thanks, Leslie!
No recipe, lol, I left the ice cream to the OG Rocky Road creators!