An ice cream parlor is supposed to be a happy place, unless you step foot into Difiore's. The outside promises so much till you walk in to a tiny lobby and rude staff pissed off that you're ordering ice cream from them.
We visited on a Sunday night and the (who I'm assuming) manager wasn't accommodating. Within 15 seconds he expected us to have made a choice and pointed to the options we had. Chill, sir. He seemed annoyed that we even stepped in. Strike one. The ice cream itself is nothing special. Typical soft serve that you get at a self-serve buffet. The worst part about it was it wasn't even cold. My frozen yogurt was already melting by the time I was handed my cone. I asked for a bowl since it was dripping and of course that was like asking for a first born. Two cones came to almost $10! Insane! Talk about a tourist trap. Strike two. The thing that bothered me the most during our visit was when my friend asked for his ice cream to be dipped on hot fudge. The guy told him "No, man. It's too big." I've been to many ice cream parlors and a cone is never to big for dipping. Maybe the problem is that fact that your ice cream isn't cold and doesn't stay sturdy (and the fact that you're rude as ever). Your job as an employee (business owner) is to accomadate guests. Offer him hot fudge on the side! Jeez! Strike three. You're out, DiFiore's.
Save the aggravation and head to Page's on Carson Street. Much better service and product. I'm giving them two stars rather than one based on location alone. I guess you are allowed to give lousy service if you're the only ice cream shop in the area...