Post by W.T.Faulkner on Jul 28, 2014 13:17:55 GMT -5
We decided to try a new ice cream place near our house last night. I just wanted a chocolate milkshake, a seemingly ubiquitous, easy selection. Right? WRONG.
"Ummmmm....(intolerable vocal fry)...we don't offer chocolate. Here our our flavors." She handed me a list that had PIZZA on it (pizza flavor is gross, btw), but no chocolate.
"What kind of milk do you want? Do you want...um....almond, soy, or organic whole milk from our farm?"
"Whole milk. Ok. For two small milkshakes, that will be $12."
And to think we just got the house unpacked, and now we need to move.
Your first problem was not going to Franklin Fountain.
(I don't actually know where you live, but I will drive my ass an hour out of my way to go there. Oh yes I will).
DM me the name of this place so I can avoid it.
Me too!
Actually, I want it so I can go. Sounds like amazing people watching. I'd wait all day just to see what the person looked like who ordered a pizza milkshake with soy milk.
And Beagle, we were just talking about Franklin Fountain! BF didn't want to trek all the way there (um, 15 minutes, 5 of which are the El, lol) and WE HUGELY REGRET IT.
W.T.Faulkner for a delicious milkshake and equally as delicious burgers and fries you must go to Sketch Burger. It's as hipster as hipster can be but delicious.
Listen, I like you and you're not having the greatest of weeks, but enough with this special term bullshit. ERRRBODY calls the concoction involving milk, ice cream, and a blending device a "milkshake." You want to have some special regional term for that shit, fine. But don't go about destroying the fabric of society and insisting that others adopt your insanity.