I received a text this morning asking if I would like two tickets to the newest Los Angeles ‘it place’. Within thirty minutes my girl and I were showered and dashing into our Uber to head to the insta-famous, Museum Of Ice Cream. Upon our arrival I discovered that I forgot my memory card amongst our chaotic dash. So, you will have to settle for these shitty iPhone images of the spectacle. 

Prior to entrance, you must queue along the famous pink wall that everyone that can’t get tickets seems to visit for selfies. Lucky for us, they put us in the front of the line. Before walking in, the extremely friendly staff do a great job at pumping you up for what you’re about to experience once they open the doors. The doors open and instantly you’re transported into a wonderland of street art mixed with a Willy Wonka concoction. This place is a haven for photo op’s and a thirty-forty minute experience that seems to unconsciously put you in a great mood. I found myself smiling or saying “oh fuck, that’s rad” the whole time. My girl put her feet in the pool of sprinkles, as she got out she stated “that was life altering”. What else can you ask for from a playground for millennials that stemmed from the imagination of a 25 year old

Great fucking job and thanks again!

- Danny Steezy