I don’t know that I’ve lamented to the blogosphere that the Nashville suburb in which we live does not have a single ice cream shop. You know, the little mom-and-pop joints that serve up ridiculously generous soft serve cones and calorie-overloaded sundaes for relatively cheap? The kind of place that, back home in Ohio, have lines out the door for the first week that they are open.
Not a one in our little hamlet. (For all of you NW Ohioans, this translates to NO Mr. Freeze, Mr. G’s Barn, Melocreme, Handel’s, Netty’s, not even a Coldstone.)
So each time we travel to Ohio to visit our parents, one of the first stops we make is Paradise Ice Cream (at the corner of Glenwood and Route 20, to you locals). It is SO good. We know the owner Mark a little too well, as Seth has a habit of removing the island-decor and signage from the store walls. But for the most part, he lets us have our way because he knows we’ll be back. A lot.
We keep trying to convince Mark that he needs to open a Paradise South in our Tennessee town. I’ve promised to make it my mission in life to bring him customers if only he would bring me the joy of a weekly Reese’s Pieces sundae with chocolate soft serve.
Mark might try to say it’s not a binding agreement, but since Seth is sporting his first Paradise shirt, and, um, since that’s a handshake, folks, I’m gonna take this recent snapshot to mean Paradise’ll be breaking ground in north central Tennessee soon.
A note to you all, Interpeeps. If you have easy access to a good soft serve, count your blessings.
(The calories will count themselves.)