Miss Softee

She deserves 4.5 stars & my 450^th review.
I’m not a fan of Mr. Softee. but I do have a thing for Miss Softee! ;)
I look for her every time I’m in the Bryan Park area!
Will cost you a couple extra dollars, but the fun (&delicious) flavors and exceptional service you get here are well worth it. What a sweetheart she is!
I understand shutting down for the winter, but I wish she stayed open during the fall :(

The alarm goes off, and even the simple act of reaching over to turn it off brings groans of protest from my body. Everything hurts. Everything. I grab the thermometer from my nightstand and check my temp. 101 degrees F. Well, better than the 102 I’d peaked at, despite medication, the night before.
I sit up, and besides the myalgias and malaise, I’m lightheaded. I reach for a glass of water and take a sip. My neck screams in agony: the sore throat might be the worst part of my illness. I’ve been subsisting on yogurt and juice for a couple days because of it.
But not this day. Not today, dammit. I have a ticket to MidtownLunch’s 5^th birthday bash, and I’m not about to let that slide.
So I wrestle myself out of bed and pop a couple of tablets of industrial-​strength ibuprofen. I take another dose from my antibiotic Z-​Pack. I creak down the street and buy a box of Cepacol anesthetic throat lozenges; I notice the package information recommends taking them no more frequently than once every two hours.
In the half-​hour between the moment I enter the MidtownLunch bash and the first moment I sit down to breathe, I take three of those Cepacols.
What else can I do? The Biryani cart is doling out its wonderful kati rolls. Cer Te is plating this ridiculous lobster sausage thing that turns out to be improbably good. Bian Dang’s Taiwanese pork chop on rice is as addictively salty as always. Best of all, Kwik Meal’s unripe-​papaya-​marinated-​lamb is being cooked up by the Kwik Man himself, Mohammed Rahman. I have to have them all, and those lozenges only give me a few minutes of grace time each, especially under the food bolus assault I end up subjecting them to.
I do what I set out to do: eat voraciously, and eat well. And it isn’t my most physically demanding feeding feat by a long shot. (That will always belong to the time I went out and ate a General Tso’s Tofu sub from No. 7 Sub WHILE ACTIVELY PASSING A KIDNEY STONE — I had to stop in the middle and writhe around on the sidewalk for a few minutes before popping up and finishing the delicious sandwich.) Still, by the end, my throat hates me, hates everything I’ve ever shoved through it, hates the mere thought of the phrase «all you can eat». I have to make amends.
I’m not sure how to do that, though. I’m wandering the bash grounds when I run into the Miss Softee truck.
I tell Miss Softee my tale of pharyngeal woe. She, smartly attired in a little black dress, suddenly turns maternal. «Go get a GUS soda from the guys over there!»
I oblige and return with it.
«All right, hand it to me.» She takes the Meyer lemon soda and makes a soft-​serve vanilla float from it, hands it to me with the sincerest of smiles. «That should make your throat feel better!»
I take a bite, then a sip. Then I mix a bit, take another bite and sip. My throat cries again, but this time in reconciliation.
I don’t think Mr. Softee would have done quite the same for me. Maybe the Big Gay Ice Cream Truck would have. But if you have to choose between the BGICT and Miss Softee, you have an enviable choice indeed. Because they both resemble their product in many ways — sweet, evergreen, winningly simple — but differ from it in one important way: warmth.
My throat, however, prefers the cooling, and for that, Miss Softee, I will visit you again sometime.
Probability of return within 1 year: 80%

Miss Softee is the sweetest person ever! Her flavors reinvent food items: cinnamon bun, oatmeal cookie, bubblegum, and more.
I tried both the fried ice cream and the oatmeal cookie. The fried ice cream had cornflake and honey topping, and the oatmeal cookie had granola and caramel. I thought the oatmeal cookie was a better cone, maybe cos I have a different conception of the fried ice cream: the version I’ve had is ice cream in a thin pastry shell and deep fried.
Anyhoo, at $ 4 a cone, you might find it a little pricey, but hey, guess you’re paying for the excellent service and creative ideas!

This is my ice cream dealer! Always with a pleasant smile and great, warm attitude, Miss Softee knows how to dish it and serve it right! Ever since I met her, her daily specials have kept me coming time after time again. Her ice cream sodas are fantastic but I’m a sucker for her Creamsicle shake. So yummy and it always hit the spot right!

Miss Softee left me, a bellicose NYer, kind of submissive and a bit docile, and it curiously didn’t irk me in the slightest. The Choinky Crash special coned concoction was a last-​minute reconsideration that I never once regretted, imparting a smokiness that’d make me return to porcine products and adopt a smoking habit. Ms. Softee dishes out delicious treats to the otherwise bland Midtown ‘hood, and is as engaging, creative, and informative as Doug of the BGICT, with the added benefit of visual appeal (at least to me). Follow her on Twitta for witty banta and, arguably more importantly, location updates.

It’s a shame that Miss Softee is closing for the season come Friday (tomorrow as of this writing!!!), as I totally love her twist (no pun intended) on the ubiquitous soft serve truck. Everyday, Miss Softee has a different topping for her cones. These include chocolate dip and potato chips, frosted flakes and s’mores, to name just a few. Miss Softee clearly has fun coming up with new and exciting junk food and candies to pair with the deliciousness of soft serve ice cream, and to celebrate the end of the summer she served up an entire summer’s worth of special toppings all in one night. Boyfriend and I split a double cone entitled the cherry dream: cherry dip coated in crunched up meringue. Her special for the day was a double cone with two toppings, so we also got a kit kat buried inside one of the ice cream peaks. Aside from the fact that I’m not always crazy about frozen chocolate (Boyfriend picked that topping, otherwise I would have gone for crushed oatmeal cookie), it was a predictably delicious treat. I mean really, how could it go wrong? The cherry dip was great, and the meringue really melted into it like a dream. Aptly named Miss Softee, aptly named. And the cone was that much better because the woman selling it was such a sweetheart. Very friendly and personable, she was clearly loving her job. Miss Softee definitely makes you feel good about patronizing her truck, and really makes the whole experience enjoyable, on top of its novelty.
It really does seem like an incredibly fun and ingenious business model. Delicious Mr. Softee brand ice cream meets a wide assortment of cookies, candies, and other junk food. It is so simple, but such a fresh idea, even as it piggybacks off of the high end food truck movement. I love that she’s somehow managed to class up the humble soft serve cone with even humbler varieties of sweets and junk foods. She doesn’t have to even bake anything! Easy, but brilliant. What kid wouldn’t love to be able to mix ice cream with whatever goodies mom has stocked in the fridge? I love it. Really.
I’m almost into this idea enough to give it five stars, but I imagine that some toppings must be less successful than others, and usually she only has one available. Also, it is a little expensive for what it is (our double cone with two toppings was $ 5), but that is the beauty of her business so I can’t complain too much. Also, Miss Softee wins major points because she didn’t make the chief mistake of the ice cream vendor, which is to simply top the cone with a hollow ice cream swirl, rather than first filling it. I hate when cheapo vendors cop out like that– I get short changed, but even worse, I eat my ice cream and wind up with an boring empty cone that is barely worth eating on its own. What a waste! Miss Softee did no such thing, faithfully loading up our cone with soft serve goodness before topping it with the iconic swirl, and for that, Miss Softee, you are my hero!

I randomly learned of Miss Softee through twitter and a bunch of random blog postings about her specialty menu items. after reading about her ice cream sandwiches and seeing pictures of her cone-​of-​the-​days, I had to check it out for myself.
I wandered around the Bryant Park area, looking for Maddy the truck and FINALLY my friend spotted her!
I was so excited to finally try Miss Softee and we were greeted with a warm welcome by Miss Softee herself. My friend and I both decided to try the Frosted Flake cone. I had to eat it faster than I like to normally eat my ice cream because it was one of the hottest days of summer. It melted and the chocolate shell was beginning to fall off but the chocolate soft serve mixed with the chocolate and frosted flakes was delicious!
I can’t wait to go back during the work week — I plan to introduce my coworkers to the awesomeness that is Miss Softee! And I still need to try her ice cream sandwiches and hopefully she’ll bring back the Potato Chip cone soon so I can try that too.

Before a dentist appointment most people like to brush their teeth or rinse with Listerine or take a Vicodin.
Me? I like to stop for FRIGGIN SOFT SERVE literally en route to get my teeth cleaned. Yeah.
Besides the inherent failure that is my idea of preparing for a prophylaxis (dental jargon!) Miss Softee is serving up some dang good soft serve treats. She twitters her location every day and usually features special toppings — I had just missed out on soft serve sandwiches made with cookies from The Treats Truck! In lieu of that cookie goodness Miss Softee made me an oatmeal cookie cone — a vanilla soft serve cone dipped in rolled oats and sugar for a delicious crunchy oatmeal-​cookie esque taste. And it was RULL RULL Good.
Miss Softee is super sweet and adorable too. I think I have a penchant for people who procure the indulgence of my sweet tooth.
And speaking of teeth… no cavities. SUCK ON THAT!!!