“Pecan Mudslide” sounds like something painful that might happen to you the morning after you eat way too many mixed nuts. I won’t be ordering any.
Don’t worry, hon. Given the fact that I am too godammed broke to make a trip to hedonistic Montreal anytime soon, combined with the confusing fact that for the first time in my life, I have legitmate fat rolls, make for the likelyhood of my visiting a Dairy Queen, much less YOUR Dairy Queen, quite unlikely.
As for the soft serve, I worked in a Creemee stand for a summer back in The Day, and I sucked at it. Really bad. But I got better eventually, and can still make a pretty good creemee when faced with one of those make your own sunday machines. So stay strong, you’ll get it eventually.
Jesus, I just remembered that this is a pit thread. Fuck you.
Because you’re good enough, you’re smart enough, and doggone it, people like you!
I’m still waiting for the Tstrawberry Tsunami, or the Vanilla Volcano, or even the Tantric Tornado. I’d probably get that last one.
Incidentally, I asked one of my HS students today (she works at DQ) about the Pecan Mudslide. Her response: “I hate making those things!” Misery loves company, eh? I believe I’ll order plain old ice cream next time. With (self-serve) water.
2000 calories? Fuck DQ!
I’m having a vision: a Montreal DopeFest…Dopers from all over Canada and the U.S., even from Europe, converge…a trip to Dairy Queen…hundreds of Pecan Mudslide ordered…
I used to work in a Dairy Queen, I worked in the kitchen though.
The frozen hot chocolate is one of the best things they have now.
Staying at the Queen E, crossing Rene Levesque, to St. Catherine, and on to Sherbrooke…
40 or more of us, and we’re ALL going to order MUDSLIDES!!!
Just to fuck with your head!
What the hell are you DOING with that ice cream?
I, personally, would order one just to watch you murder someone.
Esprix
I worked at DQ for three years you guys.
It’s all in the wrists Matt. You guys should be great at it then! 
Anyway, did you all know that DQ sued Wendy’s? Yep, nobody but DQ can put that little curly Q at the top of their ice cream anything. It’s trade marked and from what a friend told me when you go through training at Wendy’s they tell you to make sure the frosties absolutly do not have that curly Q.
I did once have a lady throw a peanut buster parfait and a bannana split at me. You see she wanted them done before the 10 small dip cones she ordered. The split had hot fudge, hot caramel and marshmallow on it.
I made them first as requested, and then they sat in the window the whole time I was making those dip cones.
She had a big hissy fit because they were melted! Um, that would be your fault lady not mine.
It was a walk up type place, and you are going to order them in the hottest part of summer full well knowing that they are going to sit until the order is done. Why not let me get the other stuff first?
Some people just need something to complain about. The owner had just gotten up from his drunken stupor in the office just in time to see me ducking the flying ice cream.
Jeez Kricket! The “worst” I’ve gotten from a customer is having a girl jokingly say “You can do better than that!” when I put extra hot fudge on her sundae instead of extra extra hot fudge.
Daemon: [deft segue] Hey, if you’re going to be in town, maybe we should have a Dopefest![/deft segue]
Matt, how can you get better unless you practice? I hereby task you to make yourself 10 mudslides a day, until you can do them perfectly. In your sleep.
forbidden ice cream is the sweetest. I had a mudslide today all because of your post. I have been craving one since i read the OP. It was a bit lopsided but the counterworkers were nice to each other and it tasted like heaven.
Sorry, I had to have one.
Hey matt_mcl!
Does your location offer the Frozen Hot Chocolate? Sweet JESUS those things are good. Down in the south, where you can’t have a town unless it has at least one Dairy Queen, they are a benefit of road tripping. Anywhere you go, you can stop and get one of this kick-ass shake things.
No, frozen hot chocolate is not a chocolate shake. It tastes pretty different, and oh so good. It may very well have come in to contact with peanuts, which is swell too.
Peace Out,
MarxBoy
Ahh, I see that mblackwell mentioned the frozen hot chocolate already.
There are some evil fascist locations that do not carry the Frozen Hot Chocolate. The one near the place where my sister takes horseback lessons is one such place, and I hate that. I want to throw a rock through there window with the message “Frozen Hot Chocolate or YOU ALL DIE”
NarxBoy
MarxBot
Any number of other typos I make when signing my posts.
MarxBoy
Matt, I promise I’ll never buy one ever again. Or for the first time, either.
Here’s one for you, though, even if it is a hijack. Why the hell did DQ name their hot foods division after a female undergarment? Brazier foods? What the fuck?
Brazier is just a family name. Like Cooper or Smith, a profession that became a last name. A brazier is someone who does stuff with brass.
The soundalike women’s undergarment you’re looking for is a brassiere.
Example: In Return of the Jedi, Princess Leia had a brassiere that was made by a brazier.
I hate Brazier Dairy Queens, since they take the baskets away from Dairy Queen and make it as boring as every other fast food restaurant. In addition, they serve inexplicably awful french fries.
-fh
My Canadian Oxford tells me that “brazier” is just a synonym for “grill.” (The word meaning “brass-worker” is a homonym.)
Yes, we carry the frozen hot chocolate.
Oo, let me tell you about what happened today. Some old rich bitch and three of her snotty-ass friends (Westmount is quite the chi-chi little anglo neighbourhood) come in and order a bunch of sundaes covered in dipping sauce (the chocolate sauce we use to dip cones in.) Fine. We can do that. They get their ice cream and go sit down.
Ten minutes later one of the men gets up and brings his half-eaten and complains that he didn’t get hot fudge on his hot fudge sundae. Well, he ordered a sundae with dipping sauce, not a hot fudge sundae. There’s some hemming and hawing. Fine. Customer always right. He gets his hot fudge and goes and sits down.
Two minutes after that, the aforementioned rich bitch comes up and starts demanding hot fudge on her sundae. We look and it’s the same dipping-sauce sundae we just put extra hot fudge onto. So anyway she’s scamming us. Rémi the cashier tactfully calls her on it, so she gets mad and starts tossing anti-French Canadian insults at him.
“Juh pawnse que vou ne parle pas tray bien anglay!” Oui, puis moi, je pense que tu parles français comme une conne westmountais… I’m thinking.
But I want to make her happy so at least she’ll shut up and leave, and poor insulted Rémi (who has been nothing but polite to her) is almost in tears. So, I figure the best way to deal with someone who’s being an asshole is to be flawlessly, perfectly, excessively polite. So I take the sundae, pump some fudge onto it, serve it to her, smile and thank her, with perfect etiquette - and in fluent French.
Jesus Christ. Sometimes I can really understand why half of them want to separate. :mad: (Maybe they could just separate from Westmount.)
Aaanyway. So ten minutes later I’m sitting on the terrasse commiserating about this with fellow ice-cream jerk Penny. We see her swanning out of the restaurant, loudly commenting, “Well, I’m never coming back in there again!”
Silently, Penny and I both pumped our arms and mouth “Yesssss!”
sigh At least I have war stories.
A guy complained today, “This doesn’t look like the picture. What happened to my Pecan Mudslide?”
I told him, “It slid.”
I should clarify: she was demanding the hot fudge, pretending not only that she had ordered hot fudge in the first place, but that she hadn’t already gotten more put on. (“Why isn’t there any hot fudge on this hot fudge sundae?!!” 1. There is. 2. You didn’t order a hot fudge sundae. “Speak white, you froggy little pea-soup! %^%&^%%!#$!”)
Brazier or brasier, either spelling is acceptable for a brass-worker. I think most brassworkers today would be profoundly grateful if you even came close.
-fh