I had an ice cream cone from McDonald’s today that was surprisingly tasty.
Their website is being a pain in the ass right now, but try Edy’s. They have a cake flavored “Slow-Churned Light” that might do the trick. It might be called Dreyers in some areas.
Sorry no substitutions only the normal portions of topping will be used, if you would like some ice cream with them we can include that in the same low price 
Ah, here it is-Take the Cake:
Is it made with real Girl Scouts?
Whatever. So why didn’t you just ask for it? Sheesh.
They do if you ask right 
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Shouldn’t fuck chocolate be
wink wink fudge fudge
CMC fnord!
This thread just inspired me to make my second ice cream purchase in two years.
Just don’t order anything from this guy.
Yeah, I’m curious to know what VCO3 thought the base was, too. At any rate, here’s a cite from Ben & Jerry’s.
But, yeah, Cold Stone is over-rated over-sweet crap. I wouldn’t call it overpriced, but the portions are overly large for sure.
No, we can leave that to John Rocker:
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It’s akin to someone going into a pizza parlor and ordering a “Hawaiian Pizza” when that is not on the menu. Sure, we all pretty much know a Hawaiian Pizza has canadian bacon and pineapple. But what if the customer also expect diced green peppers? Or olives? Maybe his idea of a Hawaiian pizza is something different. No good to make a pizza just to have him complain.
So the customer is invited to order off the menu or specificy exactly what things he wants on his pizza.
Not so difficult, huh?
That’s equivalent to a customer asking for a pepperoni pizza and getting mad that there aren’t any anchovies on it. It could happen sometimes, but I doubt often (never did at the pizza place I worked at).
Should the clerk say “Sorry Sir, we don’t make a Hawaiian Pizza. We make each pizza to order with the ingredients you specify.”
“Do you have anything close?”
and so on…
Would that clerk not deserve a cold stare?
You know what I want, just make the damn pizza, fuckwit.
So I walk into a Burger King and order a Big Mac. The idiot behind the counter tries to give me some kind of grief, but I say, “Just give me a Big Mac. How hard is that?”
I mean, come on, that’s a pretty basic burger, isn’t it?
Next time I want a Big Mac, I’m going to KFC. :mad:
It’s true, someone wanting a Big Mac at KFC might indeed have trouble finding a suitable solution. But surely the highly-trained sales professional at Burger King might take the initiative and say “we don’t have Big Macs here, but we have Whoppers.” (It doesn’t strike me as particularly outrageous that someone might momentarily forget which of the omnipresent, similarly decorated and marketed, shitty mass-produced burger chains he had strolled into.)
But maybe not. Maybe I’m just a relic of a lost age. Maybe the clerk would stand there immobilized, hands hovering over the pictogram keys, face frozen in confusion and fear, as a gleaming thread of drool escapes his slack lower lip and puddles on the mylar touch screen, and time grinds to a halt.
Going on some of the comments in this thread, that appears to be not only the reaction many of us now expect, but one we’re perfectly okay with.
Even by the OP’s presumably biased telling of the story, that’s not what the cashier did. She simply asked him to pick a flavor and a mix-in. The OP didn’t want to do that and he left. Everyone loses.
My retelling of the story was almost documentary in nature, and no facts were withheld or distorted. I was under the impression that by referring by name to ice cream “combinations” they have on the wall, I WAS picking a flavor and a mix-in. The fact that the wage slave behind the counter was unable to make the mental leap to figure out the ingredients without me drawing pictures is not my problem (at least not beyond the fact that it prevented me from getting my ice cream).
Vinyl Turnip: wonderful imagery by the way.
No, real Samoans. Gives it that hint of coconut.