There used to be an ice cream place in San Francisco, just this very unclearly marked door in a wall, and they had a ice cream flavor named "Secret Breakfast". It was whiskey and cornflakes. There were actual cornflakes in the ice cream. It was some of the best ice cream I have ever had.

I think about Secret Breakfast a lot. Like at least monthly.

There was a time that was a thing in my life.
The Twitter way to do this would be to say "I think about this every day". However, I do not think about it every day. I just think about it frequently. Once a month is actually pretty frequently to think about a foodstuff you will never have again. I don't even think about PB Crisps that often. The internet has caused us to experience a sort of inflation in the marginal power of intrusive thoughts
@mcc They have 8 locations and they're opening a 9th. You can order them nationwide. https://www.goldbelly.com/humphry-slocombe
@mcc It is a little funny to me that Humphry Slocombe is, in your memory, a tiny obscure ice cream shop in SF and not a regional juggernaut poised to begin rapidly expanding across the state and country. Like listening to someone wistfully recall a weird little burger stand that moved from the airport in Monrovia to San Bernadino and wondering if it's still there
@glyph @mcc *blinks* I lived just up the street from them in '09. Had no idea they were so big now.
@aphyr @mcc the breakfast isn't really secret any more
@glyph @aphyr @mcc they got rid of Jesus Juice though which was the real secret breakfast. It was wine and coca cola sorbet. Like the Italians do it.