"I'll have a side of stupid with my ice cream please!" That's what I think was on my forehead when I walked in. I'd never been to this place before; I thought they served ice cream. I guess the picture of the frozen dairy stuff in the waffle cone confused things for me. I walked up to the counter and said "I'd like a single scoop of rocky road please" The little blonde waif behind the register looked at me as if I had offended her with my request. "I can only serve you rocky road if its a concrete" she said with an exhausted expression. "OK, what is a concrete?" I asked. She pointed at a cup and then at a menu of ingredients that would negate my rocky road request. "I don't want that stuff in my ice cream" I say "I don't understand what would make my rocky road ice cream you have there in that pint into a concrete once it is scooped into that cup?" She couldn't explain it to me. I took my chances and got my $6.00 rocky road in this magic "concrete" cup and left. The flavor was OK but the waif left a sour taste in my mouth no amount of ice cream, frozen custard, or whatever the hell it was could cover up. I wont go back there again!