Route 16 Ice Cream

So I wanted a cone and no one else did (my wife) so I went solo to the ice cream station. A grown man. By himself. Getting ice cream. I wanted it so badly I didn’t care how it looked.
I’ve driven by the place for years without stopping and after today I’ll probably keeping driving by without stopping.
I kept it simple: soft serve twist, on a sugar cone, dipped in solidifying peanut butter sauce. It tasted great!
HOWEVER: Now I’m no soft serve pro (and I’ve tried) so I understand that landing a good swirl on a cone isn’t simple, but when you seem to be the guy who runs the place and you hand me what looks like a hand scooped pile of soft serve splattered onto a cone I’m hesitant to return for more.
It’s a 70 degree evening so I anticipate some melting, but I wasn’t ready for the pile of mess I was handed to begin running down my hand before I made it to my car. The resulting ride home is pictured above. It was a sloppy disaster. I couldn’t even get my phone on it to take a picture before it covered me in sticky sweetness.
The place was not busy– at all, so I can’t chalk it up to rushing. Just stone cold carelessness…