That would be “oh” as in “O! H! I! O!,” a cheer I learned from our Group Leaders at the Women of Faith Imagine event. (I filmed it, even, but due to the technical oddities of Nationwide Arena and my own shaky grasp of the equipment, the video never saw the light of day.
As with my recent trip to Montana, I left on short notice to go to our Columbus event. It seems there’s always one thing that stands out about a city. In Spokane, it’s the hotel. In Billings, it was Rocky the Rabbit (may he rest in peace). In Columbus, it’s ice cream.
“Make sure you go to Jeni’s,” I was told more than twice. Well, twist my arm. So after checking into the hotel, Chelsea, Christy and I set off to find lunch. And more importantly, to find ice cream.
We were directed here:
It’s the Columbus version of Seattle’s Public Market, and a building filled with culinary wonders. They even had salsa!
After a lap or two around the building we decided to stop drooling and make a decision. Ice cream was definitely our dessert choice, but first we went here for crepes:
It was fascinating to watch. Our ‘chef du crepe’ poured the batter onto these special hot plate things:
then spread, cooked, and flipped each crepe with care: Once it was done, he cracked an egg right onto the hot crepe! and spread it across the crepe-y landscape, where it cooked much more quickly than we expected. Finally, other toppings were added (I had a copacolla–or something like that, it was Italian ham–and cheese) and the whole thing was folded into a neat triangle that was surprisingly easy to eat. Yum. Crispy, cheesy, meaty, slightly eggy goodnesss.
But that was just the opening act. This is why we came! The decision was grueling…they have flavors like goat cheese with balsamic fig, Meyer lemon, Riesling & pear, and “Influenza sorbet” which as near as I can make out is like a frozen hot toddy.
I ended up with a “bombe-bastic” which consists of a made-from-scratch waffle cone coated inside with chocolate, stuffed with salted caramel ice cream, dunked in more chocolate and rolled in roasted, salted almonds. Sorry, my hands were full, so no picture. Chelsea had scoops of pear and cherry, Christy had some luscious chocolate sundae thing. We were all very, very happy. And full. But happy.
So, should you find yourself in Columbus and in need of a nosh, I highly recommend North Market and the purveyors of deliciousness and wisdom you’ll find there. Not a sponsored post, just a happy memory.
P.S. I am told that another Columbus ice creamery named Graeter’s is actually (gasp!) better than Jeni’s…but they were too far away for us to sample. However, rumor has it this tasty treat can be found in our local grocery store, so a taste-off may be in my future. It’s a sacrifice, but someone’s got to do it.