This is my first five star rating and I gotta tell you, if I could give the Kipper more I would!
All of the ice cream is homemade, sweet creamery mounds of divinity, infused with candy or nuts or fruit and plenty of L-O-V-E.
After a long flight from the West coast we stopped here for a little pick-me-up. Small tastes revealed so many options I grew dizzy at the thought but settled on some concoction with peanut butter cups and chocolate lacing throughout.
Sis got her usual, vanilla with big, fat cherries, simple and straightforward like an early Beatles tune.
The top of the pops had to go to the Pumpkin pecan, a layered revelation of pumpkin, spices and crunchy pecans, so good it made forget about jet-lag, terrorism and the sound of falling stocks.
Thank you Kip's. I'm yours for eternity...