I'm dedicating my 1st post on my new website on a fantastic trip to the Museum of Ice Cream — or so it appeared.
"What do you mean?" as you might ask either within your brain or speaking out loud.
My intent to visit this DTLA seasonal spot was a birthday treat for my boyfriend, Simon. Neither of us were expecting as high as a kid's excitement to Disneyland. But with the colorful, pink-empowered appeal that I've seen in social media, I was more curious to see what else the Museum of Ice Cream — which I'll be shortening the name to MOIC — has to offer.
My 1-sentence feeling about this brief adventure: it's what we've already seen on social media.
There were, indeed, a few that quite captivated my visit, such as:
The mint garden, grown out of chocolate-rich soil. Yep: their soil is full of antioxidants, theobromine, and inedible decadence. Plus we blissfully nibbled on the mint mochi ice cream from My/Mo.
The claw machine that can be played for free. Its tiny prizes of ice cream cone keychains, however, would easily escape from the lengthy, mechanical digits, even when the claw could be perfectly positioned towards an opportunistically free souvenir.
The fantastically delicious Dirty Mint Ice Cream from Coolhaus.
And the mini pink pancake "taco shell" that was both yummy and graciously fluffy — durable for a melting scoop of vanilla ice cream at the end of the trip.
Then were were notable disappointments…
The biggest one for me was that certain, past visitors had abused a few of MOIC's props in order to, say, get that dreaded, impeccable Instagram shot. As a result, 3 artwork showcases were untouchable per museum policy (as of 7.29.2017): the hanging bananas, the giant, jammed popsicles; and the splattered chocolate waffle cones.
Another huge bummer would be the sprinkle pool. Ideally, I'd love only my boyfriend and me spend just 2 minutes alone in the small pool of colorful, artificial (as in plastic!) sprinkles so that I, too, would love to attain a flawless portrait photograph or candid shot. But after all, the MOIC theme accentuates a dream fantasy, right?!
As a result, we were crowded with equally eager guests who tried to get as many camera/smartphone snapshots as possible. From this tremendously quick moment the 1st-come-1st serve approach led to a higher chance of the so-called perfect photo shoot, so that was a personal lesson learned.
In spite of my experience, I still will offer advice to those who are still interested in visiting, or especially those who've already purchased the online tickets either for this LA spot or the upcoming San Francisco location.
- Take LOTS of pictures. The host who will be standing behind the ice cream cart adjacent to the pink door will assure you can take your time embracing your precious minutes at MOIC — with the notable, timed exception at the Sprinkles Pool. Besides, you'll likely snap a few really good shots out of countless attempts to proudly display them on your own social media.
- For the LA location: depending on the day and time of your visit, it's nice to see that free street parking near MOIC may be available; the museum neighbors commercial buildings. But the cautious part of me must suggest that the $6 valet is also worth paying, especially if your time slot falls into the darkness in which an ice cream boogeyman could lurk out.
P.S. The taco trailer located right next to the MOIC exit contains crazily inexpensive, tasty mulitas. You're better off balancing your food intake between savory and super sweet.
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Museum of Ice Cream, 2018 E 7th Place, Los Angeles, CA 90021