Wednesday, July 23, 2008


During a leisurely afternoon stroll, I popped into a little candy shop on Damen Avenue, just a bit south of where I live. I've gone past Suckers Candy a million times, but never entered. When Colleen and I moved to the neighborhood a couple of months ago, we nicknamed the life sized penguin outside the place "Ferdinand," or something equally as stupid, and joked that we should steal it to act as our butler. Of course we didn't actually do it, as we're both law abiding citizens, and our apartment is really more earth toned, which would clash with Ferdi.

Anyway, I went into Suckers today, and it was really unlike anything I've ever experienced. Penny candy was before my time. The candy aisles that I'm accustomed to are of the Walgreens variety. Suckers changed all that, and reminded me of what I've never known - rows upon row of jars, teeming with sweets in every color of the rainbow. There are gummy candies of every shape and flavor imaginable. Older items I rarely see, like bulls eyes, which remind me of my grandmother, and Mary Jane's which remind me of the cheapest neighbors on Halloween are available individually. There is Bazooka Joe bubble gum, which is still wrapped in a comic. Classics from my childhood include Fun Dip and Pop Rocks, and of course, Suckers has those too. I overheard another customer remarking about the selection of British goodies. A counter stocks chocolate dipped confections.

The thing that really blew me away though, that really stood out in this 50 square feet of cavity inducing heaven, was the ice cream cooler. Suckers carries individual serving cups of Plush Horse ice cream in a variety of flavors.

I remember The Plush Horse. As a kid, when my parents told us to get in the car, that we were going for ice cream, all I could do was squeal with delight, scramble for the seat belt, buckling it tight across my lap as to restrain my flailing limbs which were uncontrollable with excitement. Back then, and still now, I love ice cream. It's the stuff of dreams.

The first time we went to The Plush Horse, my parents didn't tell us that they were going on a pilgrimage, on a fantastic voyage that would lead us past thirteen Dairy Queens. They didn't elude to the fact that perhaps we should bring along a canteen of water to stave off dehydration. Rather, they packed Colleen and I into the car and started for Palos Hills, which was approximately no where close to our house. I've never been good with directions, and to this day I still have no idea where Palos Hills is located. We drove through miles of forest preserves, where the only illumination came from headlights. Occasionally a deer meandered close enough to the road to be spotted. Other than that, there was no entertainment. The drive seemed to last forever, especially considering the deliciousness that waited on the other end. Colleen and I must have been bouncing off the walls by the time we actually stepped out of the car and into The Plush Horse. It's a cute little old fashioned place. They make their ice cream in house and have 30 varieties. I remember ordering our cones and taking them outside to sit in the hot summer air. After all of the ice cream I've eaten in my life, I can't speculate on what I ordered, but I can bet that Dad had a chocolate malt. That's what he always gets - bet the house on it.

I've never seen The Plush Horse ice cream for sale outside of their shop in Palos Park, and when I came across it today in Suckers, it made me smile. I had to tell the shopkeeper about our trips there, about how the drive seemed to last forever and the ice cream never lasted long enough. It's a really nice memory to have, and one that wouldn't exist if my parents had chosen any one of those Dairy Queen locations.
Although I was thrilled to see it, I didn't buy any ice cream. The chocolate malt I'd had just prior was keeping me full. It gives me a good reason to go back to Suckers.


Colleen said...

Nothing like deer spotting in the forest preserve with sticky, ice cream fingers.

Anonymous New York said...

Mmmm. Ice cream! Don't forget my ice cream contest! Deadline August 3rd!!