Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Grape Malts
There is a Brusters Ice Cream shop just about a mile from our house. And there is a Jiffy-Treat Ice Cream shop about a mile or so further away. Good stuff, that ice cream. When I go to the Jiffy Treat, I always order a small dish of cherry cordial...there are small chocolate bits mixed in with real cherries and french-vanilla ice cream. Brusters rarely has the black cherry or raspberry flavors that I like when I go there...so its usually mint choco-chip I order. Another Jiffy-Treat in the next town west has great blueberry malts! Great. Blueberry. Malts.
I don't eat much ice cream, really. Probably much less than the national average. But I do like it every now and then.
In the small town where I grew up was the Lydick Ice Cream Parlor. I don't remember ordering a whole lot of ice cream there (well, quite a few chocolate malts over my 18 years there) but I do remember really good hamburgers, and really, really good fountain drinks. A "Green River" is to die for...at least as I remember it.
A real treat when I was a kid was to load into the back seat of the Studebaker and go with my dad and mom, and my brother, to the Bonnie Doon restaurant near the Bendix plant and have the car-hop bring our burgers and fries and drinks to the driver-side window of the car. The Bonnie Doon in the picture above is just a small version of the bigger one we used to frequent.
I always...and I am talkin ALWAYS...ordered a grape malt. Oh man, those things were good. Really good. I can remember the whole experience, and especially the taste of the grape malt to this day. I wonder if my young daughter will remember Brusters or Jiffy-Treat in that same sort of way. I hope so.
Good memories are really good things. Great gifts from a distant past that have the power to brighten life no matter what the present day has been like.
Make that a Large Grape Malt, please!
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