It is entirely unfathomable to me how I could possibly have lived in Seattle for 5 years & been unaware that the best milkshakes ever crafted by human hands this side of The Big Dipper are actually made in Magnolia. I swear I will never drink a milkshake from any other establishment ever again. What would be the point? Knowing, as I do now, that all other milkshakes would only be a disappointment, at best; and a disaster, at worst.
It’s remarkable that I even had one today. It was meant to be. I went for a burger. And then, as I was packing up to leave, I glanced at the menu board & there were all these tantalizing milkshakes listed there. I’d heard that the power had just come back on at my house after 3 days of lights out & no heat, so I wanted to celebrate. And I hadn’t had a milkshake in ages. So I approached the counter & had this exchange with the long-haired, doe-eyed young lass behind the counter.
cb: Tell me about your milkshakes.
Server: They’re good. If you are watching your weight, maybe you don’t want one though.
cb: Calories don’t matter.
Server: They’re rich.
cb: I like rich. Cherry or Lemon Chiffon?
Server: I love the Lemon Chiffon.
cb: Is it very lemony?
Server: Yes. We squeeze the lemons ourselves.
cb: Excuse me?? You squeeze the lemons yourself? You mean real lemons? Lemons that used to hang on trees?