Ehhh, its all soft-serve ice cream and Edy's hard ice cream at this seasonal stand on Main Street. Don't expect housemade custards of rose petals and amaretto. Do expect the same kind of fare the ice cream trucks of yesteryear once sold and expect to have it served to you by pretty, pleasant young women with piercings in their noses and blue streaks in their hair. Don't expect Twisters to blow your mind. Do expect to have your candy canines soothed cheaply and through a window.
After dining at Hambone's to wait out traffic migraines, we decided to give ourselves some migraines of a sweeter, creamier kind. I bought a choco-vanilla swirl soft-serve torch in a truncheon of wafer. Kay had something similar to a Blizzard.
And there we sat on the bench in front of the establishment watching yuppies, hipsters, skidders, children, and hospital employees go by on a comfortable, breezy summer evening. I could make this a routine.