I Can’t Seem to Escape the Cream

Published June 11, 2009

After moving in to the new neighborhood and doing a bit of self-orientation, I, along with my roommates, were very impressed by a banner on the side of the creamery down the block boasting over twenty flavors of soft serve ice cream. Clearly a priority, we checked it out, half expecting an entire wall of spigots, each devoted to its own bizarre flavor. It turns out they've only got vanilla and chocolate spouts just like everybody else, but with a syrup infusing stage of post production. I went for peach, Caiti got the classic twirl, Monica went for some regular ol cookie dough, and Arune had black cherry.

It was both cheap and delicious which is both good and bad news for my tummy. Up next on the tour of local establishments: the pizza place and a BBQ joint! (If there were a suitable alternative to convey my sentiments right now I would utilize it, but the only thing that seems to be able to sum it up is NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM.) Also, C.R.E.A.M.