When the man is holding you down, there's only one thing to do: tell that man you ain't gonna sell his mother****ing ice cream no mo'. Doing just that, Allston Café.
After Herrell's got all soulless and corporate, the husband/wife owners of the space decided to cast off the yoke of cookies 'n cream conformity, and turn the place into a "neighborhood coffee shop/community center w/o the bball court", serving a menu equal parts meaty sammies, vegan treats, and breakfast in an eclectically artsy space w/ local art hung on bright yellow walls and colorful handwritten menu boards. Sandwiches off the revised menu include the roast beef B-Boy covered w/ red peppers, mushroom/onions and American; the Hawaiian Ham w/ mozzarella and spinach smothered in homemade pineapple-rum-coconut chutney, and a gooey grilled cheese topped w/ bacon, tomatoes, and Tabasco called the Tijuana Waitress, yours to do with as you please for only three bucks more than an actual TJ Waitress. AC also cooks up carnivorous all-day breakfast plates like the Hostile Hangover Takeover (sausage, bacon, and cheese bagel piled w/ home fries and Ketchup/Tabasco); the two-egg, two-pancake Breakfast Bomber w/ home fries and meat; and the three-egg, two-sausage plate, known as the Get Randy -- which is totally harder to do with two sausages around.
On the health/dessert tip, AC plates vegan French toast, pancakes, oatmeal, and sandwiches like the Monkey Love (PB and bananas w/ strawberries or marshmallow), and plans to concoct its own "really stonery" fudge/brownie-inspired ice cream flavor, because the only thing better than not slinging the man's scream-entombed brownie bites is getting to bake your own.