Week 7: Go for Ice Cream! Melt is Phoenix Fabulous.

Melt in Downtown PHX

Nothing beats a cool treat on a really hot day, and Phoenix is hot. Although I don't really understand why the weather guys are freaking out over 114 degrees Fahrenheit. Is there really such a big difference between 107 and 114? I don't think going down to 111 should be allowed to be referred to as "cooling off" but whatever guys.

There's a super hip area in Phoenix near Roosevelt strip. I'm not very hip or super, but I do know some people who are, and they told me about it. It's full of funky art shops, a tattoo parlor and vintage stores. One of the most popular places on this strip is Jobot Coffee shop. I was told it was fabulous by my awesome artsy friends and family, and I guess it was a little too hip for me. I went in when I was 8 months pregnant, because my husband needed a caffeine boost before our home birth class with the midwives. We bypassed McDonald's because hey, go local, right?

When we arrived at Jobot we were ignored for a good ten minutes by the barista who was obsessively, lovingly cleaning a chalk board with the intensity that only someone stoned out of her mind can muster. There was only one other customer. My husband ordered a latte, and I tried to order a decaf coffee. The withering look that come out of the barista's eyes was backed with every ounce of her 22 year-old know-it-all scorn.

"We don't HAVE decaf coffee," She snorted through her condescending smirk.
because why would ANYONE EVER order a decaffeinated coffee.

Oh honey, at that moment I cursed her with every ounce of my 8 month pregnant in 110 degree weather in the summer of Arizona rage, and darling, that's a lot of rage. I wished upon that young girl the joy of being being pregnant in August, after having endured the worst morning sickness imaginable. I wished upon her heartburn to keep her up all night in tandem with severe sciatica. I also added in a baby that liked to move around and keep her awake, and a bladder so over active that she couldn't sleep for longer than ten minutes at a time. Hemorrhoids, varicose veins and insomnia were added to my mental list. In short, I wished that woman a world of future pregnancy hurt.

So that's when my Jobot boycott began. My husband continued to go, but I made fun of them. A lot. There is such a thing as being too hip, and I felt like Jobot had crossed the line (I mean, even my mom has decaf coffee at  her house, and she's not running a coffee shop).

plenty of nice comfy seating

This post is not about Jobot, however, this post is about Melt, the ice cream shop on the same strip, that happens to be owned by the same person, John Sagasta, and even though the ice cream girl was super hip, she was also super nice and awesome, serving up samples of fruity pebbles ice cream to my two year old with a smile. Also, it's all decaffeinated, so it won't keep my 7  month old breastfeeding baby awake, either (oh man I forgot to curse that girl with clogged ducts, we'll just add that to the list).

So skip Coldstone at the Arizona Center and take a walk down to Roosevelt and 5th Street and have some local Superstition Farms  ice cream down at Melt. It will cool you off, AND it will make you cooler.

great selection!

Chompy sharing with Stinko!