Truth be told, I don’t know much of Roslindale, except a song by that name that the Rudds had. I’m actually pretty certain that I’ve never gone there before intentionally. With today’s Twilight Zone episode of a trip, I’m not sure that any repeat plans are in the works. After this review, I’m not wholly sure that I’d be welcome anyway. I did find a Maple Walnut cone, but …
Jimmies is a brand new ice cream joint in Roslindale Village. It used to be a photo shop, but with the advent of digital photography and no one needing to develop film, owner Donna Cabral closed up shop and started from scratch with this new endeavor. The official opening was earlier this month, though in truth it still seems as though they aren’t settled in yet.
The name of the store comes from Cabral’s fond remembrance of the chocolate sprinkles of yore (even if her tale does stray a bit from the actual reality of where the word comes from: while some parlors may have donated the proceeds from that addition to the Jimmy Fund, jimmies are actually named after the guy who invented them). The result is an odd sign that lacks the possessive punctuation that you expect from shoppes with people’s names in the title. The store itself is crammed with a large counter and four tables and little space to navigate around other customers cluttering the area, with a single wooden bench located in front.
The ice cream isn’t made in Roslindale. In fact, it’s another shoppe that has fallen under the umbrella of Richardson’s. While the Middletown based manufacturer makes a nice ice cream, when you work on a spectrum of homemade ice creams, this is really a baseline, a control if you will, to measure other ice creams next to. It’s kind of disappointing to make such efforts to find a new spot only to encounter tastes that are already known.
I tasted the Green Monster (which is just a Grasshopper – mint and chocolate) and Rum Raisin (a tart alcoholic front without much finish), but neither really swayed me so I opted for maple walnut in a sugar cone. Unaccustomed to people providing all the necessary information with brevity, I had to repeat my desire for a sugar cone three times. The maple was syrupy sweet, but lacking that woody kick, and the walnuts weren’t fresh or really much of anything but placeholders. Nothing is as frustrating as a cone that doesn’t satisfy, and while there was nothing wrong, the fact was that a slew of things kept this from succeeding.
I tried to salvage my trip and feed my hunger with pizza while I was in this neighborhood, but somehow I failed even more ingloriously. I can’t recall the last time I had to spit up some pizza, but the Sicilian slices I got at Romano’s had a gummy tasteless texture and meat on top that was chewier than jerky. Somehow I spent my afternoon on what some people deem an impossibility – bad ice cream and pizza.
Cone – kiddie $2 regular $3.50 large $4.50
Sundae – regular $3.75 large $4.50
Jimmies Ice Cream & Sandwiches
Open year round
Sunday-Thursday 11a-9p, Friday & Saturday 11a-10p