After seeing Charlie and the Chocolate factory last night, Chad decided that he was in the mood for some ice cream and we came to the choice between a short drive to the local Culvers, or a shorter drive to a place called Cold Stone Creamery
that was just across from the theater.
Having never been to Cold Stone, we decided to go there. Upon getting inside, we were greeted by a line of more than 30 people which zig-zaged through a standard line barricade setup. While waiting I was taking a look around and was impressed by much of what I saw. The place was far cleaner than I had expected and had been well cared for since being built (6+ months ago at least).
It was during my attempt to decide what to get out of their 28 regular mixes that I realized: They make their own ice cream.
No, I don’t just mean that they put their ingredients in the machine, press go and come back an hour later... I mean they do all of that and mix in their own ingredients when you order.
Once you’ve reached the front of the line (which took us 20+ min), they use a couple of large spoons to scoop out the actual ice cream from the display area, and then knead it a shape more suitable for the adding of ingredients. Into mine, chocolate chips and a piece of cookie dough were added and well kneaded. Later, the preparer added some fudge and caramel to the mix before asking me what I would like it in.
One may be wondering “Wouldn’t the ice cream melt due to all of that?” Such was my thought too until I found that the name of the place actually meant something. The surface that the ice cream was being prepared on was a wide piece of very cold stone, so cold that metal scrapers were needed to remove the bits of ice cream that weren’t served to the customer.
Having 3 sizes of: ‘Like it’, ‘Love it’ and ‘Gotta have it’, I ended up going for the medium size and ended up paying $5.22 for my ‘Cookie Doughn't You Want Some’ mix in a waffle cone while Chad paid about a buck more for the larger size of something else (whose clever name escapes me and which he was not able to finish) in a waffle cone bowl.
Quite a good treat, albeit rather expensive.
Adding to the experience was the workers (6 of them behind the counter) breaking into song from time to time with brief ditties, one began:
Hi-ho! Hi-ho, we thank you for your dough…
Interestingly, all of those tunes I remember hearing (4 in all that were repeated) were all based on old Disney themes and I was forced to wonder what sort of deal they had with for these performances to be safe.
It was later on that I noticed that every time someone would come in, one of the workers would yell (and I do mean yell) “Welcome to Cold Stone”.
Overall, quite an enjoyable experience, except for the length of the line, the premium price paid for such a treat and the excess of calories that my body did not need that night.