I don't cry over spilt milk, but a fallen scoop of ice cream is enough to ruin my whole day. ~Terri Guillemets
My husband and I drove into the next little town in search of an ice cream parlor. A few ladies from my Bible study recommended this particular one. It wasn't terribly difficult to find. It was a little hole in the wall place with an adorable older gentleman (owner) who scooped the ice cream. He seemed a bit grumpy but you could tell that inside he was a sweetheart.
The parlor had a few picnic tables inside where you could sit if you liked. Next to the tables was a small arcade of games. There was bulletin board with a lot of business cards tacked to it along with a drawing of Jesus. Random stuffed clowns were also pinned to the wall. I am not sure if you could win the stuffed clowns or if they were just decorations.
The only menu was on a chalkboard on the wall. The prices were exceptionally reasonable. You could order scoops of ice cream or cones. You could order a hot fudge sundae or banana split. And of course, there were also shakes, floats, and sodas.
I ordered a hot fudge sundae and it was HUGE! Seriously, it had to be a pint and a half of ice cream along with hot fudge, nuts, whipped cream, and a cherry on top. I only ate about half of it and brought the rest home for another time. It was delicious! The ice cream was creamy and not too sweet. It wasn't heavy like Cold Stone ice cream. My husband had two scoops of different flavors. He did not bring any home but ate it all up.
I love living in North Carolina. ♥