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| - "Oh. My. God. Where are we?"
"Are you SURE your GPS is right?"
"That must've been the wrong exit. There is no civilization here."
I can't afford to travel to exotic locales (nor will my director allow me to take off the sufficient time) like Anthony Bourdain on CNN's "Parts Unknown," so naturally, the closest option is to wander into the wilderness that is Boulder Highway to try the elusive Frost Bites Shavery that until now has been nothing more than the mythical stuff of legend.
"HELLO, THIS IS SANDY AND SUE. WE KNOW YOU GUYS CLOSE AT 8P AND IT IS ALMOST THAT TIME, BUT WE ARE ON OUR WAY SO PLEASE DO NOT CLOSE YET!" Yep. This is an actual voicemail that we left for the guys at Frost Bites as we attempted to maneuver around Hendertucky. So by the time we actually showed up, we were greeted with, "Are you the girls that left the message for us saying you were on your way?" You got us.
There is a much larger selection of flavors here than another snow cream provider in town (starts with a "K," rhymes with "puma") and the toppings are fresh like the prince of Bel-Air. I opted for a regular black sesame flavor with mangoes and condensed milk. Happiness in a cardboard cup, I tell you! The snow cream was shaved in real ribbons and had a smooth flavor with no icy or gooey consistency. It was soft and fluffy and - believe it or not - was slow to melt in the 100+ degree weather.
The two co-owners Will and Mike are incredibly friendly and were always asking how we liked it and what our opinions were about them moving to a more central location - hello, please see above for the traumatic experience we just had in getting to the boonies here. As much as I would like to whine about how unfair it is that Shirley B. is this close, I'd say I am now a new convert to the Church of the Holy Most Frost Bites Shavery, so I suppose it is not about where the church is located, but where the Holy Spirit is.
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