Sunday, August 29, 2010 @ 9:01 AM

Bassett's Ice Cream & Reading Terminal (revisited)

I've been feeling out of sync lately. I can't quite put my finger on the cause. When I feel like this, I find the best thing to do is to go somewhere that makes me happy. Normally I spent my Saturdays at the Wayne Farmers Market strolling through the aisles, admiring all the produce, salivating over the cheeses and restraining myself from buying all the chocolates at the candy stand. No matter what kind of mood I'm in when I get there, I walk out feeling amazing. Because I was feeling particularly off yesterday, my timing couldn't have been better for a trip into the city and a stop at Reading Terminal. I had been there before and though my senses were a bit overwhelmed at first, the experience left me feeling pretty euphoric.

I went by myself, giving me time to think and to gawk back at rose-colored red snappers eyeing me through the glass and to watch the men at the creperie wielding their crepe spreaders with ease, swirling circles over a hot skillet.  I walked in between mountains of vegetables on both sides of me, with mounds of lettuce stacked higher than my head to my left and piles of potatoes towering above me to the right. There were cannoli shells begging to be filled with sweet ricotta filling and cupcakes coated in sprinkles, inviting any child to beg their parents to buy one.

Honestly, it was hard to choose what to eat. I had indulged on cupcakes in the morning, so I thought I should have some "real food" (whatever that means). I walked by DiNic's, where I had an amazing roast pork sandwich my first time at RTM, but I wasn't in the mood for one. I did roughly two laps before I finally made up my mind to try Bassett's Ice Cream. The business has been around since 1861, and after trying both the banana and peach flavored ice creams, it's no wonder why they've been around so long. I'm used to eating half-the-fat ice cream, so Bassett's rich, full-fat, slow-churned ice cream was like Christmas for my tastebuds (maybe not so much for my arteries or my thighs, but there's always yoga...). If you're in Reading Terminal, hop in line and try one (or two) of their flavors in a cup, waffle cone or milkshake. You can bet that I'll be back in a few weeks for pumpkin ice cream :)

Labels: ice cream, Reading Terminal Market

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