The retro soda fountain/drug store counter of a past that pre-dates my mom, was still somehow instantly comforting. At one point, a much older gentleman made his way in with help of a cane and looked around with an amazed smile on his face. The jerk behind the counter (soda jerk that is) offered him a stool and a chance to 'step back in time for a bit.' He sat and happily ate a large bowl of split-pea soup.
As for my mom and I, we were a little overwhelmed by the fountain menu. It's several pages long and involves all manner of concoctions. We settled on a perfumed strawberry rhubarb phosphate. It was sweet, tart, fizzy and wonderful. We both ordered up the BLTs which were served on thick slices of freshly baked bread with a hearty slab of heirloom tomato and small slather of mayo. Just perfect.
As we munched we stared up at the board wondering what our sundae would feature. Pistachio ice cream? Banana Puddin' ice cream? Burnt Honey? We are still wondering. The lunches were so warm and so filling that there was no room left for ice cream! Devastating. Soon enough though. There is no doubt that we'll be back.
Go get your ice cream on!
Ice Cream Bar
815 Cole St (at Frederick), San Francisco · (415) 742-4932