After a day of berry picking at Triple B, my friend told us about this great ice cream stop in the middle of nowhere that happened to (sort of) be on our way back to Pittsburgh. The rest of us in the car didn't really know what to expect when we pulled up to Al's, but we were certainly amazed when we asked how large a small cone was and the guy indicated a good 6" of ice cream above the cone. We ended up with jr sizes and still had trouble finishing them. Such a fun treat!