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| - Good old DQ. After our pizza dinner, the ladyfriend wanted ice cream, so we stopped at this Dairy Queen that I often forget exists.
If there's a case to be made for soft serve ice cream, let DQ testify. It's just a creamy, smooth trip to Heaven, especially when it comes in the form of...an Oreo Brownie Earthquake. Oreo chunks, a soft brownie, hot fudge which I scoop from the bottom of the cup, marsmallow, and whipped cream can take something that is processed and taken for granted and make it near-legendary.
I marvel at how their ice cream pours out of the machine in those mounds with the Curly Q at the top.
I also dig how all their equipment whirrs and whines as if they're buildin' cars back in there. The whirrin' + the whinin' + the sweet scents + the slight chill of the place = a hankerin' for cones and sundaes.
That Blizzard machine frickin' quivers!
Psst. The Blizzard (I almost got one) turns 25 this year. Geez, it still seems new, don't it? I also keep forgetting about their Brazier selections (burgers, fries, dogs, etc.). I don't recall ever being too keen on that end of their menu though, but it's been a while, so I'll refrain from bagging on it.
The service rocked too. After finishing my sundae, I had forgotten how thirsty ice cream makes me, so I went back up to the counter to get a small drink. I wanted something more refreshing that soda pop, so the manager recommended fruit punch. I pulled out my debit card, and the manager tells me it's on the house. "Hon, I ain't makin' ya use yer card for that. Forget abaht it."
Veddy cool.
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