I couldn't help it. I meandered and migrated my way down through Lower East Side across Canal St and into Chinatown like some wide eyed, hell bent, dairy bound homing pigeon. I've never been to China but I'm sure such a breed exists. And eventually, accidentally I promise, found myself, after a few map checks, at the Original Chinatown Ice Cream Factory. This appears to be an ongoing tradition of mine. Third visit in three such NY trips. Everything is home made, everything is insanely delicious. As the rules seem to be writing themselves, each visit demands one scoop of black sesame icecream (so bestowed as my favourite I think) and one scoop to experience and experiment with everything else. And there is a lot of everything else. Previous visits I seem to remember have had me sampling green tea ice cream and lychee sorbet. This time a flavour under 'new' caught my eye - don tat, which by the power of parenthesis I am told is Chinese egg custard. Not as eggy as expected but wonderfully silken and absolute yum. Incidentally, black sesame tastes as it should, slightly smoked and charred but with a peanut edge, and oh such a delightful gritty texture. I didn't count the outstanding flavours on the white board or calculate the rate at which they're adding new but I guessing, at my rate of one NY visit every 1.5 years and keeping with my sesame plus one rules, I'll be old and rather toothless before I get close to finishing their wares. Which would still suit fine for sucking through a straw.
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