Friday, September 18, 2009

Mashti Malone's: Compensating for craziness with peanut butter cup ice cream


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.

Could it?

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.

Would I?

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
(323) 874-6168

10 comments:

Gastronomer said...

I am as unbalanced as they come. Crazy girl with a penchant for crazy flavors. Watch out ;-)

yutjangsah said...

you were my sun. you were my earth but you didn't know all the ways i loved you... no... so you took a chance.. made other plans..

where am i going w. this? um i don't know. that thing could inspire me to cry me a river.

Diana said...

Cathy - And that's why I love you!

Sook - haha, I actually thought about making a J Timbo reference in there, but decided nobody would be much amused. Guess I was wrong...

weezermonkey said...

I would've been amused.

The Duo Dishes said...

Still haven't had MM's yet. Shame!

Jenn said...

Oh Mashti Malone, how I miss thee. I think I'll go drive through rush hour loz feliz traffic just for a scoop of ice scream.

Esi said...

I notice you always lean towards peanut butter cup themed ice creams...hmmmmm...

Kirby! said...

I used to live in that shitty neighborhood, and one of the only benefits (besides being able to walk to LA Fitness) was being able to walk to Mashti Malone's! I love the rosewater ice cream. Bonus points for all the crazy Eastern European cookies and stuff that you can buy while you're there too!!

Cinnamon Girl aka Reeni♥ said...

As a serious PB cup lover I would go to this sketchy place for a cup of heaven too!!

Anna A. said...

That PB cup ice cream sure beats the hell out of Cantaloop's =) And any other PB cup ice cream ever invented for that matter.