We stopped at the ice cream window tonight. As we walked up at 7:55 pm, the A-frame read: last day. The music inside got louder as we approached the window; they were playing Lorde’s ‘Supercut’. We were the last customers of the day, the last customers of the season. The two people still working asked if we’d like to try anything, so we did—the ‘Linden’ was all gone, but they told us it was named after the Linden tree, which grows on the streets of Ridgewood beyond the Window. They harvest the flowers in June and use it to make ice cream during the months that follow. Another woman who worked there came up and joined our conversation—she said the Linden tree grew natively in her homeland, Poland, and the smell reminded her of childhood. We ended up trying the Brown butter, Waldmeister, Guava and Passionfruit. Everything was decadent. Ice cream window 4ever