Cup - unless it's one of those small ones like in a school cafeteria. They came with a paper-wrapped, flat wooden spoon that tasted (and made me gag) like a tongue depressor.
Wow..I can get a brain freeze on my third spoonful of an Italian Ice.Tried it. Several times. No luck... or maybe, perfect luck. Still have never had brain freeze.
Its hot there.It gets hot as hell here. Good luck finishing a double before the dripping turns to running.
Those even come with a joke printed on the side of the container: "4 servings"The correct serving of ice cream comes pre-packaged in a handy no-drip container:
I can't stand those spoons! Or popsicle sticks for that matter. Not a fan of tongue depressors either, come to think of it. My kids and @AKMINK think my aversion to wooden sticks is hilarious. I think it's genetic; my mom and sister are the same way.Cup - unless it's one of those small ones like in a school cafeteria. They came with a paper-wrapped, flat wooden spoon that tasted (and made me gag) like a tongue depressor.
When I was in college, my roommate and I would get ice cream cones after the bars closed and eat them on our half-hour walk back home. The great thing about eating ice cream outside in the winter -- no drips!
Like this?First, need to clarify that what I mean by a waffle cone is one like scruffy posted. It's similar to a big sugar cone.
Exactly.
The prices were $.25 for the first scoop and $.15 for each subsequent scoop. 3 scoops max. This was, even then, a ridiculously low price (Baskin and Robbins was right across the street).