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| - I did not visit Tony's to eat ice cream. My husband did. I came along for the nostalgia. Growing up in the area, I can't remember a time before Tony's. Established in 1915, it has been dishing out ice cream to beat the band. I remember eating their black cherry ice cream, stuffed with sweet, juicy orbs tucked in cold creaminess and exploding with flavor. Once, Tony's was part of my 10th birthday as a surprise, along with a picnic at Rankin Lake and a visit to the zoo. That was before parents invested in bounce houses and magical clowns.
I appreciate that Tony's still operates in their original building. The interior still has the red booths and yellow tile on the walls. Such a pleasant quality when the current trend is to tear it all down and make it shiny and new.
My husband ordered a cup of chocolate ripple ice cream in a cup, despite my hinting about black cherry in a cone. He shared a few bites with me, and it conjured up memories of a special treat. So, why didn't I order a cone of black cherry? The portion size is humongous, and I wasn't hungry. Besides, sadly (or gladly), I have lost my taste for ice cream. But, I still have those sweet memories. Thank you, Tony's for retaining your authenticity.
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