Yesterday was a very long day. 14.5 hours on the clock kind of sucks, but sometimes, that’s just the way work rolls. I reminded myself that I had an entire three days off coming my way whenever I felt myself start to get whiny. Once I got home I brushed my teeth, threw on my pajamas and got ready for a nice sleep in.
Then I woke up at 6:30am. Fail.
When it became obvious that I wasn’t going back to sleep, I had some breakfast and coffee, figuring I’d eat and then head to the gym. The plan was to drop my stuff off at my gym’s locker room, grab a runner’s stamp and then do the 5K loop down to AT&T Park. It was a good plan, except that I couldn’t get myself to get up off my futon and go. I may’ve not been sleeping, but I also had no interest in moving. By 10:30am, I realized that I couldn’t go run the Embarcadero as planned. I had waited too long to leave. Since the 3rd game of the NLCS would be starting at AT&T at 1pm, fans would already be swarming.
Alexa doesn’t like crowds.
As I rolled around, whingeing at the thought of working out, I started day dreaming about something magical. Mitchell’s Ice Cream. But no. I was supposed to be working out, not pigging out. Just as I was about to return to my procrastination, an idea crossed my brain. A brilliant idea.
Sure, you can have ice cream, Alexa. You just have to run for it.
So I set out on the 2.5 miles to Mitchell’s. I felt pretty good today and the first 2 miles went easy. I seriously haven’t been so strong mentally on a run in several weeks, so this felt great. After about 2 miles though, I started to wear down. I decided to stop in at a corner store for a bottle of water. I downed about half of it and resumed my run. The water made a huge difference and I started to instinctively run faster, and I got my strong feeling back. It made me think that I have not been getting enough water lately. I struggle with water consumption. Not sure why…I like water.
Finally, at the 2.5 mile point, I see it:
Now first, I must tell you. I love Mitchell’s Ice Cream. One thing that really bugs me about San Francisco is how “hipster” it has become. All of my favorite Mom & Pop places are slowly going under because they can’t afford the rent. Then they are replaced by sleek, modern places that have no heart. Mitchell’s, however, has lots of heart. It’s located in the Mission and has been there for over 50 years. Even today, it is still family owned and operated. Their ice cream has won tons of awards and the place gets so busy that you literally have to take a number to get served on a hot day.
Mitchell’s also holds a special place in my heart because it was a place that my family would go together. Though we lived in the Mission, Mitchell’s wasn’t an all of the time thing. It was special. Just a few times a year my family would head in for a sundae or cone. My father would tell me about how he used to come here when he was kid too. He used to only live a few blocks away on Army (now Caesar Chavez) Street growing up. Mitchell’s is tradition.
A damn tasty tradition.
There are many flavors available at Mitchell’s:
But let’s be serious, there’s only reason why I am there:
Oh. My. God. It’s here!!
I would’ve run a million miles for this ice cream cone. Pumpkin is a seasonal flavor and Mitchell’s pumpkin ice cream is literally my favorite ice cream in the entire world. Some people wait for Mitchell’s egg nog (the holiday drink…though they make the ice cream flavor as well), others wait for the Peppermint Candy. Alexa waits for the pumpkin.
Seriously. When all of you Food Buzz people come to San Francisco, do yourselves a huge favor and check out Mitchell’s. You will not regret it. You will look happy like this:
Except, you know, without the sweat or iphone case blue glare….
Before I leave you, I just want to give a shout out to my San Francisco Giants. I love you guys. Even if watching you play is pure torture. Kick the Phillies’ butts!
What food would you run for?