I kind of agree with the sentiments my yelp friend Anne E. expressed in her review- especially regarding the high school age counter folks customer service skills. Today at Ashley’s was much improved. Maybe the owners took her comments to heart. I stopped for an ice cream cone after lunch at Lobster Landing. The shop owner was in and speaking to the customer ahead of me in line, who turned out to be the crew coach at Yale. Two of his students had just medaled in the London Olympics, and the owner said for them to stop by the New Haven shop when they get back in the country for congratulatory ice cream cones.
I got AJ a single scoop of vanilla in a dish with whipped cream and hot fudge, and a sugar cone single scoop of bourbon brown sugar for myself. The flavor of bourbon, rich and malty, comes through. Aunty’s vanilla- I’m a pig known to finish others’ food sometimes- was creamy. The whipped cream was wicked thick. Hot fudge wicked thick. The creamy vanilla was a relief. We ate our ice cream in the car. The woman in the car next to us had a shaky 6 month old pup named Bandit, who she didn’t want to leave alone in her car. She passed him through the passenger side window of our car for us to hold while she went in to Subway. He licked my ear.
Bandit! I love him.
He’s wall-eyed and a small fish. That can sometimes be a symptom of the disassociation that comes from abuse.