I went to Sugar Bowl on September 11th.
2001.
No national tragedy was going to come between me and a chocolate milkshake. A young girl enjoyed her birthday party while her parents stared out the window. It was a bizarre experience worth sharing.
More to the point, the milkshake was good. Tonight, my hot fudge sundae was good. It's a very basic ice cream dish. Hard to screw up, even harder to differentiate.
Our waitress let us know she has worked at Sugar Bowl for 40 years. It seemed sweet, but now I wonder how she has supported herself so long this way.
The walls are a shade of faded pink. Kind of silly, but who cares? It's ice cream.