Growing up in Phoenix, Dairy Queen was a staple in our lives. Its hot as hell most of the time so any type coolness is required.
After the zoo my mom was having the craving for some ice cream. With a car full of my family we drove over here to the drive through.
I don't eat ice cream any more due to lactose intolerance. I was pretty much the chauffeur for this trip.
My mom got a regular Chocolate Sunday, my aunt got a Root Beer Float, my grandma go regular Vanilla cone and I think my uncle got a Chocolate Sunday sans nuts.
Again, service was very nice. The lady didn't mind as my mom leaned over and yelled the orders then still, at the window, leaned over me to talk to her. We probably looked crazy.