Once upon a time, I used to make ice cream at Humphry Slocombe, whose much-anticipated second location is up and running in the Ferry Building, replacing an unremarkable gelato place and opening itself up to a whole slew of stupefied customers who just wanted regular chocolate without all that weirdness.
It was a very challenging job, especially as the summer of 2010 was a period of enormous growth, during which time the New York Times magazine profiled chef-owner Jake Godby and the queue routinely ran for 45 minutes on warm weekend afternoons. We were always operating at 110 percent of capacity, and the constant anxiety over watching twelve flavors dwindle down to ten and then eight while tomorrow's ice cream was still setting in the blast freezer gave me nightmares and a gross, persistent rash on my wrist. It was my only serious foray into a commercial kitchen, and I think I made Secret Breakfast 200 times in six months.
See Also: Harsh Dessert Conditions: Finding the Weirdest Ice Creams in S.F.More »