A new ice cream parlor has opened up in the area recently and I have since visited it twice to try it out — one always looks for good ice cream haunts. Unfortunately, this place is on strike two in my mind, and I doubt I’ll give them a chance for a strike three.
On our first visit there we had a clear-cut case for sticking with our tried-and-true ice cream establishment: the new parlor’s ice cream just wasn’t as good and was a bit pricier. There ya go.
My second visit was yesterday afternoon. I was to pick up a dessert and they were on the way, and perhaps their ice cream cakes are worth it. The ice cream cake itself was fine — quite tasty, but still had that high suckerpunch in the wallet.
This place sells ice cream, so they gotta keep it cold, right? Right, but I don’t think The People That Be thought about that when picking out their building. One whole side of the wall is nothing but windows . . . facing West. That afternoon sun is toasty. I’m sure they’re using a lot of energy to keep their goodies cold, but they wern’t wasting much on the store itself. The thermostat on the wall read 86 degrees while I calmly waited in line, slowly cooking.
On the plus side, I guess that makes you enjoy the cold ice cream that much more once you finally get it and proceed to pay.
Ahh, the checkout line. They have masterfully redesigned the checkout line into the checkout corner. The line stretches along the cases of expensively cooled ice cream and dead ends where two counters make a 90 degree angle with a table behind you and no way out except back from whence you came. Exiting the ice cream oven can be quite difficult if you are carrying an ice cream cake or have 5 sticky kids with rapidly melting ice cream following you. Silly.
Hmm, sometimes I bet y’all wonder if I am a crotchety old man in disguise.