I like custard. Jarlings sells custard. Therefore, I like Jarlings.
So it's just a standard custard shack, except that it's not a shack, it's a huge building. I'm not sure what they are doing with the industrial-sized kitchen area.
I was watching the hustle and bustle behind the counter, and the custard machine is wild. There's a big pipe slowly crapping out forearm-sized ropes of custard into a stainless steel bin. Then the workers scoop the custard out of the bin. Fascinating.
I didn't order a baseball-helmet sundae, but I did notice that they have the helmets of every team. That's cool.