When I was a young lad mom and dad would, on a whim most often, load me into the Buick and head to the Dairy Queen in my home town of Smyrna, GA.
This would only happen on a Friday, Saturday, or Sunday evening on a hot, Georgia summer day. Come to think of it, I don't recall the DQ being open on Sundays back then.
Anyway, I always got a plain vanilla cone and the big folk got “nanner splits”. I wasn't fond of “nanners”.
Tonight, about 09:30, Ben and I got the urge for a cone and reinacted the family tradition. Yes, dogs like 'em too.