Grim Grom
The lines at New York City's hot new gelato spot would have stirred the heart of its Soviet namesake. What accounts for the lines, it seems, is not the deliciousness of the product, good though it is, but a kind of inefficiency that may threaten Columbia University's status as the most Soviet-like institution on the Upper West Side, if not in all of New York City. Once I finally got to the front of the line (15 people, tops, were ahead of us and it took about 20 minutes), my cashier briefly insisted with great confidence that "we don't take Mastercard" before suddenly reversing himself in a manner predicted by quantum mechanics. While this was happening, the guy preparing my gelato was spending five minutes wrangling the first "scoop" of gelato onto my sugar cone. Remember in The Fox in Socks, the river of goo where the Goo Goose lived? It looked like my hapless server was trying to get me some of that goo.
It was very good gelato, apparently shipped here, mostly finished, from somewhere like Turin. However, as a passer-by said, eying the line, "No gelato is that good."
posted at 11:40 PM
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