Facing off across a corner of Sheridan Square in a title bout: the two Softees. (Click to make picture life size.)
I’ve always naively thought that the Captain Softee trucks I’ve been seeing on the streets lately were really only a renaming of Mister Softee, as if being Mister was not a high enough rank for soft serve. Well, it turns out the two quasi-identical names represent competing empires, and here we see the trucks in close combat, as pedestrians wander disdainfully by. Hey trucks! It’s the West Village. Your need some soft serve made with organic milk, hand-picked herbs, and free-range berries!
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on July 27, 2009