This past weekend, my husband and I went out to dinner to one of my favorite local restaurants. Afterwards, we decided to gild the lily with a decadent ice cream sundae at the neighborhood ice cream parlor. This ice cream joint is old school: marble counters, spinning wooden stools with foot rests, a double-door icebox that harks from another era, tin ceilings, honeycomb mosaic tile floor, the original mechanical cash register, and classic ice cream treats. I love those kinds of places, don't you?
