We felt like celebrating something; it could be spring itself, or the Feast of Pentecost which we celebrated gloriously today, or it could have been that it's the eve of our annual retreat which opens tomorrow night...but anyway, we held a small celebration.
You see, we are located equidistant between local Dairy Queens. The one is about 4 miles west of us in the little township of Lawrence Park. It is the real 1950s-60s deal (see above): walk up only, the dairy queen vanilla soft serve cone on the roof, and open just during the spring-summer months each year. The other one is 4 miles east of us on the outskirts of the borough of North East. It's another small one, though modernized, but not too much. Right now it's only open via its drive through, which often has a line 8-9 cars long.
They both serve dilly bars, but we prefer the ones in North East, they are a little smaller, just the right size for our after-dinner dessert and a delicious one at that. Have you ever noticed the various ways there are to eat a dilly bar? It's kinda like the varieties of Oreo cookie eating! Anyway, it was a first-time-this-season treat and it was great.
A number of years ago I did a little series in this blog on "Benedictine haunts"---where around the area you're most likely to run into community members. On that list? these Dairy Queens. Ten years later those cars with the numbers on the back right bumper are still turning up there. Watch for them!
Love it--looks exactly like the one I went to so many times as a kid in MA! Brings back great family memories. Thanks for posting, Susan. Happy retreat!
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