Thomas Sweet Ice Cream, Princeton, New Jersey.

Posted on
Aug 22, 2011

I’m not done talking about ice cream.

I know, I know – you think I’d have gotten it out of my system after the thousand odd words I dedicated to it last week, right? But you’d also probably presume that at some point, I’d also have gotten tired of eating all these sweets, much less writing about them.

And yet, I haven’t. My passions clearly die hard.

I don't remember what was going on here, but I suspect it was adorable.

Consequently, I must ask you to forgive me if your tolerance for desserts – and for reading about them – is not as high as mine. And I must ask you to not mind that I am about to jump around in time a bit to tell you about Thomas Sweet – a small chain of ice cream shops with several locations in Jersey. It may seem odd that I seemed to go almost immediately from San Francisco to Princeton, but in reality, we did just that. I think a day or two separated these trips, and they’ve been whirred together in my mind, not unlike the Blend-in, the signature dessert at Thomas Sweet. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

We popped into their Nassau Street location in Princeton, as we happened to be visiting family in the area, and apparently I needed one more reason to be sad that I didn’t attend an ivy league school (Harvard has Sweet Cupcakes. Princeton has Thomas Sweet. To be fair, though, the University of Washington had Rand and a full-scholarship waiting for me. I shouldn’t knock it).

Thomas Sweet is not swank. The staff is a gaggle of young people who don’t look old enough to legally work without a note from their parents. It’s surprisingly unpretentious – the flavors are candy-laced confections that a kid with too much time and too little adult supervision might come up with. And that’s fine with me, because children are GENIUSES when it comes to sugar (Huh. Maybe that’s why the folks serving ice cream at Thomas Sweet are so ridiculously young-looking).

I got something called “Jersey Shore.” Contrary to the name, it did not taste of body oil and hair gel, with candy-coated steroids sprinkled throughout. Instead, it was salted caramel ice cream with chocolate pieces and a caramel ribbon. It stuck to both my ribs and my fillings.

My cavities hurt just thinking about it.

Rand got a Blend-in – smooth ice cream blended with a topping. It’s not unlike a Blizzard, though apparently Thomas Sweet was serving their iteration of the treat years before Dairy Queen. Plus, the device that Thomas Sweet uses to create their Blend-ins is far more impressive that anything I’ve seen at DQ. It looks like an enormous drill.

The splattered ice cream kind of looks like carnage.

He chose coffee ice cream with Oreo.

The blending resulted in a very Blizzard-like texture.


It wasn’t anything particularly special – it’s decent (if incredibly sweet) ice cream. Apparently there are better options in Princeton like Halo Pub and The Bent Spoon (I’ve yet to try either, but let’s face it – I probably will, and likely on the same day), but I suspect I’ll go back to Thomas Sweet. Why? Because, according to a yellowed newspaper clipping on the wall, Bruce Springsteen can occasionally be seen there.

YEAH. This is the ice cream that The Boss eats. DO YOU NEED ANOTHER REASON? (Answer: NO).

The article said that Springsteen “occasionally drops in for a cone at Thomas Sweet” but I misread it and thought it said that he “occasionally drops a cone at Thomas Sweet”. And truthfully, I could not think of anything sadder than Bruce Springsteen dropping an ice cream cone.

Imagine his ruggedly handsome brow furrowing as he stares at his scoop, quickly melting on the ground in front of him. It’s heart-breaking, really. I can picture it clearly: being the considerate gentleman that he OBVIOUSLY is, he’d bend over and start cleaning it up …

And I have officially lost my train of thought by thinking about Bruce Springsteen bending over.

Umm …


Rand: "So as revenge for her always prattling on about Springsteen's butt, I'm going to eat her ice cream."

So … yeah. Ice cream. Summer. Something something tight jeans.

Hmm. Maybe it’s not ice cream that I haven’t gotten out of my system. Maybe, once again, it’s Jersey boys.

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  • Andres.R

    Hello Everywherist, huge fan I read your blo everyday. A lunctime treat especially all your food pieces I will never et bored when it comes to readin your oppinon on sweets as you can read I have a major sweet tooth. I enjoy all your pieces from the travel to all the mueseums and I love wtf wednesdays major lauh session. I have been reading for a while now but this is my first comment.

    • Andres.R


  • I wonder how much one of those enormous drills costs, because I want one for my kitchen.

  • I think you can get one at the hardware store. 🙂

  • Your blog always leaves me with intense ice cream cravings. I love it!

  • Vivien

    Hi there, I’m a first-time commenter. Love your blog, it’s rare to see something so well-written. I logged on today thinking I’d remain uncorrupted, but saw the article, groaned and promptly went downstairs for ice cream. I am now sitting here in front of my laptop with two and a half scoops of french vanilla mixed with crushed shortbread.
    So keep it up!

    • Everywhereist

      Hooray! My pro-dessert agenda is working. 🙂 Also, vanilla with crushed shortbread? Niiiiiiice.

  • I hate to say this, Geraldine, but you screwed up. Instead of visiting Thomas Sweet, you should’ve visited The Bent Spoon, a much better ice cream shop two doors down from Thomas Sweet. They’re sort of a Frankensteinian shop, featuring all sorts of amalgamations of flavors into unique, one-of-a-kind ice creams.

    My girlfriend and I went there on our first date where we had quite possibly the best ice cream I’ve ever tasted in my life: 80% cacao dark chocolate ice cream with cherries and chocolate chips, made with (here’s the kicker) Ommegang Three Philosophers’ Belgian Tripel. We walked in and I told her to pick whatever flavor she wanted. She picked the one I just described because she knew I love Three Philosophers and because she loves good beer as well. And that’s why I’m dating her now.

    Did the Bent Spoon spark my relationship? Maybe not, but it certainly helped.

    • Everywhereist

      Sheil – I know, I KNOW. I learned of Bent Spoon right after I visited Thomas Sweet. Rumor is it is far superior … but the real question is, does the Boss visit Bent Spoon?

  • Joy

    As soon as I saw Princeton and ice cream, I almost skipped reading to come and comment that you should definitely try The Bent Spoon next time you are in town. It is a far different kind of ice cream than Thomas Sweet, so I won’t say it is better. Thomas is what you typically think of when it comes to ice cream and Bent is how you like your friends – odd. And apparently, quite an ammourous location, based on Sheil and my best friend – she and her now-husband got engaged over a dish of Bent’s ice cream.

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