The pop-up art installation sweeping the country by storm has finally reached modern Miami beach. The Museum of Ice Cream, where all your childhood and adult fantasies can come true with giant popsicles, pink sand castles, banana swings, and THE sprinkle pool. I was gifted with a ticket from a neighbor and was able to experience the sugar overdose myself so now I’m here to tell you all about it.

The first thing you had to do upon entering was pick a card ~any card~ from a psychic fortune teller, I got the swirl which meant I needed a weekend to myself to… unwind. Oh, how true you are mystical ice cream lady. Next was the Bun room where you had to shake your well.. buns in order to get the bun milkshake ice cream (it tasted like regular vanilla if we’re being honest here) and then you had to pick your “ice cream name” which is your favorite ice cream+ your name. Mine was Cookie Dough Megan.

We were lead upstairs to a room with ice cream cones and spinning propellers where we learned a dance that I decided to sit out from. Then onto the second most fun room- the jungle swings. There was a banana and a cherry to play on, and an annoyingly long line for both. I snapped some boomerangs on the banana and a picture of the “silver bowl room”

Next you were shuttled upstairs to the ICE room where they gave you melted “ice cream” which, yes, is just milk and sugar. We played with pink sparkly sand and pink kinetic sand alongside the table with an assortment of gummy candy. Skip up the stairs to the third room where we tasted key lime pie ice cream while playing ping pong on the terrace overlooking miami’s south beach. Past this area was the popsicle wall, you know the wall I’m talking about; every other picture you see from the museum is either from this wall or the sprinkle pool, sometimes both.

Then for the final and main attraction, the sprinkle pool. While waiting for the elevator to take us down we were quizzed on various trivia about the museum some of which included how many sprinkles we thought were in the pool (100 million) and how many people come through each day (400). NGL my inner child was brought out but also disappointed since we were TIMED and only allowed to play for a solid 5 minutes in it and I don’t like feeling pressured by the clock so you know I was #stressing.

Anyways here was my experience in the Museum of Ice Cream if you don’t ever get a chance to go, it’s everything you ever hoped for but also not. Take the chance if you’re contemplating whether or not to go.