Our apartment is a major hottie. And not in the “good-looking” way, but rather in the “too hot to make a salad” way.
So we opted to go out for dinner (again), and follow it up with frozen custard. I’m a waffle cone kind of girl. Jake’s a rainbow sprinkle kind of guy. We talked about tattoos and shorts.
I totally recommend you try this place. The chocolate custard reminds me of French Silk pie, and that’s my favorite! They take credit cards, so that’s nice of them. It makes me feel less worried about saving change in the cup holder in my car for ice cream emergencies.