By then I had seen it several times. It's noticeable because this place doesn't sell Ice Cream of any kind.
This was a real deal, full blown, sprinkle clad, ice cream sunday all splayed out in an otherwise very clean restaurant. There it sat all of 2018.
I checked in frequently but didn't take pics because I didn't want to draw attention to it.
First it was a proud spill with lots of height but as entropy ensued it slowly spread itself and lost it's cup, sprinkles, fudge and spoon.
At one point I noticed an employee cleaning close to my favorite snowball in hell. Yes that is why I love it, it's a moving sculpture of maltodextrin, a rant on consumerism, a tribute to the idea of hiding in plain sight, It's powerful. fragile and out of place just like me. Being sold on something that isn't sold here is a triumph. I wasn't gonna let any clock puncher threaten my favorite landmark so I crowded over to it pumping $1s into the one armed bandit, pushing the button but only looking at the cleaner until the person moved on. "Whew, that was close Yo."
I was nervous. Would the spill make it to 2020? Yup.
Took this today. It's lost all vestiges of it's former glory but still has managed to stick around.
We should all be so lucky. :)
Rock on Sunday Spill!
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