Humphry Slocombe

On my most recent trip to San Francisco, I of course dragged my friends first to the Mission District for breakfast at Tartine.  No trip to San Francisco should be without a stop at this lovely bakery.  This time the service was even less surly than our first time.  After a walk around town and lunch, I dragged us back to the other end of the Mission to find an ice cream shop I had read about, Humphry Slocombe.  While this place sounds like it should be advertising during my afternoon stories (People’s Court, Judge Alex and Judge Pirro), my friends were soon thankful.

I had a scoop of brown butter ice cream (we all know how I feel about brown butter) and a scoop of Jesus Juice.  This nod to the late MJ was red wine and Coke and was out of this world and I will soon be making my own.  It was like a grown-up Cherry Coke.

Jesus Juice and Brown Butter at Humphry Slocombe

Sam had a scoop of Power Breakfast (bourbon and cornflake), which was fun and delicious.

Power Breakfast at Humphry Slocombe

Jennifer had a scoop of balsamic caramel (nothing earth-shaking there, but well done) and a scoop of prosciutto ice cream.  While she enjoyed this, I thought it tasted like salty wax.

Balsamic Caramel and Prosciutto at Humphry Slocombe

Let me know get on my soap box for a moment.  At one of my former places of employment, I was made to try ham ice cream— twice— once with eggs and once without.  The one with eggs was like having your breakfast puréed together and frozen.  This was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever eaten.  I would rather have a plate of mushrooms and arugula than have to eat ham ice cream again.  At a fancy-shmancy restaurant here in town, I tried bacon ice cream (others at the table ordered it, so I gave it a reluctant try).  It was gross.  I feel the same way about this chocolate-covered bacon fad and bacon-topped maple bars.  I just don’t get it.  I’m all for blurring the lines between sweet and savory, but come on!  To quote the Federation president in Star Trek VI:  “Just because we can do a thing, it does not necessarily follow that we must.”  Incidentally, on Humphry Slocombe’s postcard they list foie gras as one of the past flavors.

I will forgive these flavor cries for attention and say I was very impressed by their ice cream.  It was not the least bit icy (like I’m always getting at a certain hip Seattle ice cream shop), and they had a nice selection between traditional and adventurous flavors.  The two-headed calf was pretty scary, though.