(This may turn into a series, as I quite like snacks. Now, if only I could find more of them that are amazingly delicious and that also exist in close vicinity to our offices . . . stay tuned.)
Every day from ten to four we have an ice cream truck. It is courtesy of the folks at Van Leeuwen, who park across the street from the flatiron building and dispense ice cream and coffee (and I think that there is some other stuff too, but as it is currently still summer-ish, the ice cream is clearly the most important) to the masses in return for money.
Last week I had basil-black pepper, which wins on novelty value alone. (The mint chocolate chip was better, but not quite as filled-with-craziness.)