Coldstone

I forgot to mention that after our Rambo disaster and less than positive dining experience I wanted to make amends so I agreed to stop at the Coldstone on the way home for ice cream.  I remember when Coldstone first came to our area it was all the craze.  People lined up out the door to pay ridiculous prices for ice cream.  Evidently the craze has died down.  When we went into the place there were only a couple people ahead of us. 

I never had been in a Coldstone before, the closest I came to one was going to a Maggy Moo’s, a very similar type of joint.  I don’t particularly enjoy going out for ice cream for two reasons.  First the ice cream they serve you is as about as bad of a food as you can get, filled with heaps of fat and sugar.  You might as well have the server slap the ice cream onto your gut.  Second, they charge you ridiculous prices for it.  When I went to MM’s in the past I tried to minimize the damage by ordering something like a raspberry sorbet that wasn’t nearly as sinful as the ice cream.

Well this time I went a bit crazy and got the cookie dough ice cream with a kit kat busted up into it.  I got the smallest size they had.  Ali got a small as well and still the bill came to more than 8 bucks, crazy.  The ice cream seemed to do a good job of atoning for the mess that had occurred up to that point.  It is a treat Ali doesn’t have very often since she has been involved with me.  If she wanted to be a Coldstone regular we would have to find different living arrangements.