“I would ease my pain by exchanging looks with one busboy who was always slightly drunk, and the ex-junkie cook who was always slightly grouchy. The cook spoke in bumper stickers when describing his disposition: ‘Of course I’m mean. It’s hard to be happy when you are standing this close to the fire.’” —The Parks and Recreation star was miserable making sundaes, she writes in The New Yorker, which also contains a poem about kale. [The NYer]
Cup or cone?