The Ballad Of Max’s Best Ice Cream: A Photo Essay

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Washington, D.C.’s Glover Park neighborhood is almost entirely white, but is very much a mixed-income area.  The Russian Embassy is up the street, the Vice President’s residence is, at most, a quarter mile away, and row houses and apartment buildings are surrounded by the wealthy neighborhoods of Georgetown, just down the hill, and Wesley Heights and Cathedral Heights, which are just above it.  On Wisconsin Avenue, there is a commercial strip two blocks long, in which a Whole Foods coexists with a strip club, which is next to a high-end sushi place, across the street from a Starbucks.  The high-end pilates place is now a Sweetgreens, and the Pizza Hut is now a Chipotle. In short, it’s a vibrant neighborhood that has seen a great deal of turnover of businesses over the years.  Two of the mainstays in the neighborhood have been Rocklands, a first-rate barbecue joint that has been here for 22 years, and Max’s Best Ice Cream, which has served cones and sundaes in the same location for 20 years.  In a sad turn of events, the landlords who own both contiguous buildings have notified Max that he has until the end of June to vacate the premises, so that Rocklands can expand into his space.

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Rocklands is busy from noon to 9:00, and few are the families in the surrounding area that haven’t eaten their pulled pork sandwiches or ribs.  The owner, John Snedden, has expanded his business to open branches of Rocklands across the river in Virginia.  It’s a well-run business, a good fixture in the community, and Snedden is a decent man.  For more than two decades, Little League celebrations have been fed by Rocklands, and on any given day, the full panoply of neighborhood types — from bikers to guys in business suits to moms with strollers — are seen stopping by to eat, or pick up that night’s dinner.

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As you sit eating at Rocklands, you can look out the window at Max’s.

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And as you sit at Max’s, you can see the neighborhood walk by his place and Rocklands.

Max Keshani has been serving his homemade ice cream to legions of kids — and various Vice Presidents — for two decades.  Along with his late wife, who died of cancer two years ago, he’s built a business that has had every child in this part of D.C. grown up tugging at his or her parents’ sleeve as they’ve walked by, hoping to stop in for a cone.

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He’s a proud man, and stubborn.  Proud that he’s built a business that now employs his daughter and a young woman who grew up in the neighborhood getting cones and dishes of ice cream from his store.  Stubborn, now that he’s learned officially, with less than two-months notice, that he’s going to have to vacate the premises so that his neighbor can expand his restaurant into what, since the early 1990s, has been Max’s space.

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Max blames his neighbor for this state of affairs.  But there doesn’t seem to be much reason to really blame Rocklands.  According to multiple reports, Snedden long ago told the landlords that he would like to, if possible, expand into Max’s space.  But it’s the landlords, not Snedden, that made the decision to not renew Max’s lease, and instead to let Rocklands expand.  And yes, there have been offers to enable Max’s Best to continue to serve its customers from a different space down the street, between the Whole Foods and the strip joint, er, gentleman’s club.  And Snedden, though committed contractually to leasing Max’s space as of July 1, has offered to let Max stay open there for the summer, should the landlords permit it. But so far, Max’s position is that he’s not moving, and if he can’t stay in his location past July 1, he’s going to close the business that is his livelihood and has been the center of so much joy for kids and adults alike.

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Every day, Max has well-wishers come and offer their condolences as they buy what could be among their final cups of his best ice cream.  They stand in front of the wall with the pictures of hundreds of kids who’ve come into the store over the years — the wall with the picture of a smiling Al Gore, who wandered by one evening with Tipper, before heading to the Vice President’s residence a short stroll away — and Max tells them the story of his betrayal.  He’s pretty much personalized it to his neighbor, not the landlords, who objectively seem to be the party that betrayed him.  (Snedden says he believed he was told Max was retiring.  He isn’t pushing Max out, and according to the Glover Park Gazette, the Bassin sisters — the landlords — had a back-up tenant lined up, in case when offered the lease, Rocklands passed.)

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As June arrives, and with it the prospect of a mere month left in his store, Max is getting sad.  All the people coming to commiserate with him are, by now, coaxing from him his recitation of the events that have befallen him, and discussing it, he says is “like rubbing salt in the wound.”  His daughter stays stoic and serves ice cream with a smile.  Max seems to be thinking about the end of an era and the business he built with his late wife.

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From an inquiring customer’s perspective, it’s not too late.  There is, it has been reported, that offer to move his place across the street — a total of maybe 100 yards from his current store.  His neighbor — the one he blames — has offered to defer taking possession of the space until the end of the busy summer season.  There is a Save Max’s page on Facebook, a Twitter hashtag (#SaveMaxs).  Neighborhood kids have put up signs urging that Max’s be saved.  It seems possible, if only Max takes the offer to move.  We think we speak for the whole neighborhood when we say that we really hope he does.

One Response to “The Ballad Of Max’s Best Ice Cream: A Photo Essay”

  1. Shari Gilbert Says:

    This is a beautiful and respectful exposé. Thank you.

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