I can’t stop thinking about it. The menu read, “Ice cream sandwich” and listed the flavors that would be involved.

A plate arrived, a white rectangle. A row down the center: three little scoops of blackberry ice cream, separated by three round peanut butter cookies. Framed on either side by a stripe of sauce — a thin, smooth peanut butter on the left, a deep purple blackberry on the right. Three perfectly ripe blackberries in one corner of the plate; some raw peanuts occupied the opposite.

So not only was it a deconstructed open-faced ice cream sandwich, it was a charming play on peanut butter and jelly. Wow.