My childhood was punctuated with trips to the chocolate shoppe to buy children's poison which makes them hysterical, I mean blue moon. Oh how I loved the blue staining delight.
We stopped in this summer and had a horrible experience. We were under the impression that cones were 50 cents because of the promotional poster on the window. Upon asking (politely I may add) why the price difference, we were met with yelling. Not loud talking but yelling. When my husband said that we would still buy it, the gentlemen in his 50's, dumped the ice cream back into the bucket.
That sucked. We left. And while I can never be sure, I do have my hunches that if my husband was white, we would have been treated differently.
I sent the company an email and was never responded to.