Until my camera is fixed, I can't post any pics from Boston, but I thought I would share with you a little challenge Brian decided that we should take on during our trip...find the best ice cream in America (or in the states we went through and saw little ice cream stands). We weren't sure what the rules would be. We debated for a while...should we stick with one flavor? Would that flavor be vanilla? Chocolate? Do we do add ons like nuts or sprinkles? We had A LOT of time on the road to discuss it. We finally decided on ice cream. Just that simple. Whatever looked good at the time, we would order it.
We started in Walla Walla, WA where we had fresh strawberry ice cream. It was homemade and was quite tasty, but was a little to icy and not very creamy. The flavor was good though. We forgot the camera that night, so no pic :(
The next time we got ice cream was in Butte, MT. It was at the restaurant where we got the bad beer. We didn't have high hopes, but decided to go for it anyway. They didn't have just ice cream on the menu, so we got a dessert that had ice cream in it. It was vanilla ice cream...nice and creamy. It tasted like the ice cream I used to get as a kid that had the wooden spoon that came with it. It was definitely a contender.
From there, we drove down winding two lane highways to Yellowstone National Park. Along the way, we found a little ice cream shop and decided to stop in even though it was only 10:30 in the morning. We got plain vanilla there too. Nice and creamy, but very much just your standard vanilla ice cream. Not bad, but not a winner either.
We had to skip a couple of places. Alli was going to take us to eat ice cream in Billings, but unfortunately, we just didn't have time. We had so much fun though, it didn't matter that we missed out on ice cream...plus, we had great ribs!
Our next ice cream adventure was on the way to Mt. Rushmore. We were driving through this little town, and saw that they were selling homemade ice cream at the local antique store. While we didn't find anything to take to the Antiques Road Show, we did find some darn good ice cream. Brian got the "Black Hills Gold." It was chocolate ice cream with fudge, caramel, and butterfingers. I got the vanilla version of the same ice cream. DE-LISH!!! It was the top runner of the trip so far.
Next stop on the ice cream adventure was Chicago. We walked around for a while looking for ice cream, but didn't find anything. Finally after looking around - walking through the city in HEELS - we asked someone where we could find the closest ice cream shop. Once we were pointed in the right direction, we found it. Only, it wasn't ice cream, it was fro-yo. Fine...frozen yogurt could probably ease the pain that was radiating through my feet. Well, I was wrong. We got chocolate/strawberry fro-yo. It was disgusting. So, I had sore feet and a bad taste in my mouth. That soon would change...in a little town outside of Buffalo, NY.
We were on our way to Buffalo. It was a loooooooonnnnngggg drive through lots and lots of states. We both needed to take a little bio break when we spied a little ice cream shop called "Two Scoops". It was there that we found it. THE BEST ICE CREAM IN AMERICA (or at least the best we found on our trip across the country). The flavor was Birthday Bash. It consisted of cake batter ice cream, blue frosting and sprinkles.
**Sigh** - a little piece of heaven...
We tried more ice cream in other places too. Like, in the Adirondacks, after our long and sweaty hike. Brian ordered a medium, and I ordered a small. I really wonder what a large looks like...
Our final stop for ice cream was Woodstock, Vermont. It was a little place called the White Cottage. We stopped there for lunch, and grabbed ice cream too (well, Brian had a shake and that doesn't count in the contest). I had the cake batter ice cream. It had chocolate swirls and pieces of yellow cake in it. While it was good, it wasn't the best.
So, there you have it friends...if ever you want to eat the best ice cream in America (or at least in the states we went through), head towards Buffalo, New York. AND, since it is only a few hours from Boston, come by and see us too. Oh yeah, one word to the wise, if you like sprinkles like I do, note that they don't call them sprinkles on the east coast. The are called "jimmies." I learned that the hard way.
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