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| - After what was apparently a crushing defeat for ASU on Saturday, (I say "apparently" because I pretty much don't care about football...at all), my boyfriend and his sister needed a pick-me-up. A pick-me-up in the form of delicious ice cream.
Aimlessly driving down 7th Ave., looking for some kind of crappy chain ice cream purveyor, we were confronted with the bubble gum pink cuteness of Mary Coyle. I was sold in an instant, and demanded that we park and enter and devour, ASAP!
The entrance to Mary Coyle was festooned with Halloween decorations...in fact, the entire hallway that leads you from the backdoor entrance to the "lobby" of the parlor was converted into a spooky little haunted house. A+! I eat that crap up. Once you emerge from the hallway of horrors, the inside of the parlor is much less bedecked with Halloween glitz and glamour.
The service was nothing to write home about, and if you picture an old-timey ice cream parlor, (with the few odd additions of random, low-profile children's movie posters), you will have clear expectations for what you'll encounter in that department.
The menu is hot pink, and filled with innumerable confections and combinations. I kept it simple, and went with the Black Raspberry Chocolate single scoop in a waffle bowl, (with marshmallow topping, of course). The other parties involved shared a banana split, the properties of which I cannot comment on because of a personal marked agenda against said splits.
My ice cream was great, but most ice cream is great. I am too ignorant to know what "16% butterfat" means, and also too cool to care! The waffle cone was sweet and crunchy, as most waffle cones are in the world.
It is a little pricey, but if you walk in with the mindset that you are about to eat ice cream for a lunch price rather than a snack price, you won't be surprised and you won't complain about it on Yelp. I'd like to go back and try the (small) menu of diner food. I will go back and consume more ice cream, and its accompanying butterfat. LET'S GO FOR 20% BF, MARY COYLE! WHATEVER THAT MIGHT MEAN!
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