Museum of Ice Cream
Phill and I finally got to attend the instagram-sensation Museum of Ice Cream in the Arts District tonight. As you can tell, Phill was really excited to check it out.
We arrived early so we hung out in a waiting area that had a few yard games, including corn hole, or as Phill likes to call it cow hole.
We played one game and in the first round I scored 6 points and ultimately kicked Phill’s butt. That’s what he gets for calling it cow hole. Haha. Above, you can see all my bags on the board.
Though he can’t count on his corn hole skills, at least Phill has his good looks to rely on, even when his fly is partly down. 🙂
After the corn hole massacre we were lined up and came up with our team name, which some guy suggested be “Hot fudge.” We were called over to the entrance and warned like school children not to touch the bananas, popsicles or the ice cream cones.
Inside the first room was a dessert decorated wall and a cart with a piece of Dove chocolate for us.
The second room had all pink walls and pink phones in it.
You pick up the phone and hear a recording of Seth Rogen.
Unfortunately it was rather loud in there so we had trouble hearing the recording and gave up:
So we went on to the next room:The room was Los Angeles themed with a Venice Cream string of letters, Ice Cream Hollywood Sign and Hollywood stars with ice cream puns.
And then in the middle of the room was a bar where they served ice cream from Salt & Straw which was kinda popcorn flavor-y.
Phill didn’t like it too much, which meant more for me. 🙂
The next area was bananas. Literally.
We opted not to wait for the swings and instead headed into the banana room.
So simple, yet so captivating.
The next room was the mint room, where we got a frozen chocolate mint treat. It was a very random room:
The next room had some mirrors:
It seemed like a lazily designed room.
Fortunately we were ahead of most of our group so we had it to ourselves. The hallway to the next space had some boots and shoes on the walls.
We also made the video in the hall.
Moving right along we came to the giant popsicle area.
They seemed like they could have been pretty easy to make.
And then we went to the gummy bear room:
Giant gummy bears were on pedestals and a row of them lined up on a shelf:
Phill liked this room a lot:
There was also a lady by a huge case of gummy bears who asked us trivia questions about gummy bears. When we answered them correctly she gave us a scoopful of gummy bears to enjoy.
And then the next space:
Black ice cream. There was a guy there who scooped out coal infused cookie dough on a waffle cones for us. Phill didn’t really care for it, which again, meant more for me. 🙂
And then we approached the sprinkle pool.
Like every pool there were rules.
Phill was not ready to dive in.
The sprinkles aren’t real; they’re plastic.We were timed how long we could stay in the pool area, which was relatively brief.
Then we entered the final room.
And ice cream sandwich swing.
And then a pancake ice cream sandwich, which wasn’t that good. The pancakes had a rubber-y texture.
Still we ate the whole thing.
And of course there’s a gift shop there because taking instagram photos the entire way through you want to have something physical to remember your 45 minutes in the art exhibit.
Overall it was a fun lark for the hour or so we were there, but at $30 a ticket it costs a little more than what you get out of it. Still, it’s something different to do and the treats they gave you are for the most part good, so if you’re interested in it it might be worth checking out.