As this summer comes to a close, I’d like to take a few moments to pay respects to my favorite sketchy-looking ice cream place, Mashti Malone’s.
Mashti Malone’s, which is located in a very un-picturesque strip mall containing a liquor store, laundromat and bar (three of my most feared and hated destinations), is one of the only reasons I will show my mug in Hollywood. I tend to avoid the touristy trash trap side of LA town as much as possible unless I’m going to see a movie at the Arclight. I love the Arclight. But that’s another story that I’m not ready to tell just yet. (I wouldn’t want to jinx our love by pontificating too loudly about it like someone else I know…)
For most people who frequent Mashti’s for a scoop of their supremely luscious homemade ice cream, the exotic flavors like the uber popular rosewater, rosewater saffron, orange blossom, and lavender are the big draw. Why else would one brave Hollywood traffic, a barely navigable parking lot and the pain of looking at ugly signage? It certainly couldn’t be for something as boring as chocolate or peanut butter.
Every time I go to Mashti’s, I have every intention of being the bold and adventurous person that I’m not. I sample the rosewater. I sample the orange blossom. I even dabble in some saffron. And then I shake my head and give in to the real reason I schlepped Tiffany Toyota over from my WeHo-adjacent apartment. I don’t come for the crazy, I come for the craziliciously good – the peanut butter cup flavor that makes me want to weep little peanut butter tears of joy.
The intense peanut butter ice cream is loaded with both peanut butter cups and peanut butter ribbons for a peanut butter triple whammy. I like to get it with a scoop of something chocolatey like the fudge brownie flavor, and then I tend to mix the two together into witch’s brew for maximum deliciousness. I’ve also done the deed with cookies ‘n cream with superior results. No, it’s not all that unique, but I’m unique enough already. I need something normal in my life! I wouldn’t want to be completely unbalanced.
No. Just the thought makes me want to cry a peanut butter river like my boy J. Timbo. "You were my sun..."
Mashti Malone’s Ice Cream
1525 N La Brea Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90028-7072