Molly Moon’s Melted Chocolate Courtesy Molly Moon’s
An abundance of ice cream is surely not the worst symptom of late capitalism, and with summer right around the corner, knowing about the one-mile stretch of Union Street where there are now six establishments serving the frosty treat is a matter of great importance. (Can we bring back the term “parlor”? Or does that only allude to seedy massage joints?) With the help of my trusty research assistant/lactose-tolerant husband, Michael, I sampled at least two flavors from each shop: whatever seemed most unusual and, as a highly scientific control, chocolate.