Favorite Spot: Franklin Fountain
Neighborhood: Old City
Address: 116 Market St.
I am: Co-founder of Technically Philly, now looking for the next big thing. (**Found**)Years in Philly: 8 with a few breaks in Jersey.Current Home: East Passyunk
My love note:
I’ve never seen an advertisement for The Franklin Fountain. As best I can tell, there’s never been a GroupOn or frenzied radio promotion for the humble ice cream shop that is on the precipice of Market Street’s slide into the city’s waterfront clusterfuck.
There are two things I like about Philadelphia: it’s real and its delicious. Franklin Fountain? Real. Delicious.
Owned by the Berley Brothers, the siblings keep Franklin Fountain true to a old time-y soda and sweets store. Electricity is scant, everything is hand-made and the handlebar mustaches are without irony. Mostly. While modern dessert places slap some sprinkles or M&M’s on bland custard and call it a day, Franklin Fountain creates sundaes that are masterpieces of gluttony and engineering. I dare you to tackle the “Mt. Vesuvius” by yourself.
While the sundaes carry the day for ten months a year, the Berley Brothers’ masterpiece is the pumpkin flavored ice cream in the Fall. And in the Winter, the long lines shrink allowing ample time to sample the Fountain’s ever-rotating stable of flavors.
As Philadelphians, we struggle balancing our past with our potential. We can birth democracies and become the world’s workshop but I’m still using tokens when I travel on the subway.
Franklin Fountain, on the other hand, just goes for the nostalgia without apology. Its dedication to our past makes it the most interesting and innovative ice cream shop in the country. By embracing the old, it creates something new.
Philadelphia could learn a thing or two from ice cream.