Fudgy's Ice Cream — Restaurant in Town of Amenia

They have some good ice cream. Here's some Gatsby! In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

“Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”

He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgements, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought—frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.

And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction—Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament”—it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No—Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded...

Fudgy's ice cream DOES NOT follow allergy requests and the staff is rude. I ordered an icecream cake with only one restriction request, that the cake needs to be FREE OF CHOCOLATE due to the person the cake was for is highly allergic to chocolate. When I picked the cake up, the staff was extremely rude to me, assured me that there was NO chocolate in it and needed cash payment. The box even had "no chocolate" on it. The price was more than originally quoted on pick up. I was unaware they only take cash. $63 for an icecream cake is ridiculous, never mind (repeating this again) they went against my request for no chocolate due to an allergy. The birthday surprise was ruined and it was a waste of time and money. I believe the staff was rude and rushed me out of the window because they knew they gave me a cake with chocolate and just wanted me out of there before I had time to figure out it was against my request. Beware of this...

Convenient location, but overpriced in relation to quality (a medium shake costs as much as a whole pint of Häagen Dazs). Though Fudgy’s is surrounded by local creameries, the ice cream is Perry’s, sourced from Pennsylvania. Around twenty different flavors, served hard, soft and milk-shaked. Napkins issued only upon request. Staff all young trainees. One saving grace is that Fudgy’s contributed to events at the local school, so that civic engagement is appreciated. Gravelled parking lot deeply pitted, so be careful when entering and exiting. There are two picnic tables for those who prefer not to drip melting ice cream into their...