Big Gay Ice Cream is a real place. I snapped this as I walked past it late yesterday morning on my way back to Doma na rohu, the (wonderful) Mitteleuropa neighborhood restaurant where I ate with friends on Thursday night. (The roast suckling pig was great, but the stuffed cabbage rolls were transporting; good red Austrian wine, too.) I left my credit card there, and ran back downtown to retrieve it.
Anyway, it was waaaaaay too cold to eat ice cream, but now that I’ve seen their ice cream menu, I wish I had gone in anyway and ordered either a Cococone or a Bea Arthur.
New York, you crazy-ass place, I love you.