Goodbye, cruel world. We're off to join the circus. Real life sucks, and we've misplaced our Prozac. When meditation fails, the only prudent solution is to feed the hungry heart with comfort food. As a parade of foodstuffs marches through our minds, clarity unfolds: Grab the car keys and head to Austin's for a bowl of dreamy rich homemade ice cream in an authentic pre-Watergate setting. While the vast majority of folks still prefer virgin vanilla and silky chocolate, exotic ginger ice cream calls our names. The vibrant dance of peppery and sweet, pungent and spicy, combined with the familiarity of creamy coolness is almost orgasmic. Ah, we feel better already. Was it good for you, too?