Picture this: Girl hasn't had a spot of sugar in two months. Former NFL running back invites said girl for ice cream. What better place than Mary Coyle?
As soon as we walked in (FIRST DATE), we got a corner booth. Service was super-friendly. Knowing I was having my first sugar rush in FOREVAH, I immediately said "Anything with peanut butter" to the girl. Hey, if I am going against the grain with my strange eating habits, I'm goin' all out. Besides, the bruthas love a lil meat on the bones, right?
Got our water with HUGE lemon slices right away and ice cream wasn't far behind.
OK the company gave it the last star. Wait. I would give it 6 stars because the place is worth 5 but the guy made it 6. Got it? Good.
Pretty busy for 8:30 on a Wednesday night. Mixed crowd. Every time another table got served, we both said "Dang, we got cheated" because everything looked so good!
I've been a few times and have enjoyed it every time!
Go. Forget Cold Stone. Go to Mary Coyle.
Just don't flirt with the football player and you won't get hurt, OK?