I discovered this whimsical, candy-colored, carnival of an ice cream shop that instantly awakened my inner child, while appealing to my mature taste buds that can easily distinguish between a decent dessert and a decadent dessert.
When my mind feels scattered and my body feels depleted, it's a startling wake-up call that I'm spreading myself way too thin and I needed to replenish my resources. It was time to come back to my senses; all five of them. So I stepped into Gobo with that intention.
It was like walking into an industrial forrest; polished steel and shiny glass cohabiting with natural woods and serving pre-industrial food (PIF) in the heart of Union Square. I was intrigued by Hu's honest philosophies and aversion to gimmick, gluten, sugars and GMOs.
