I'm obsessed with shakes.
Ice cream in general is AMAZING but nothing compares to the delciousness of a nice sweet, soft shake.
In Jr. High, people would ask me for advice on where to go for the best shakes. I always gave them my top two stops: Take 5 and Arctic Circle.
Oh, the wrethced day when Take 5 went out of business. My warm, thumping heart froze instantaniously when I heard the news, and proceeded to shatter into miniscule pieces.
Fortunately, I still had Arctic Circle. Their magnificent chocolate cookie-dough shake had the ability to locate the tiny pieces of my heart, thaw them out, and squish them back together.
Today my wonderful mother took me and my sister Christine to Arctic Circle and my heart, stomach, and tongue were all anxious to be reunited with their old friend-- chocolate cookie-dough. Being my silly old self, when I ordered I forgot to say "chocolate" so a plain cookie dough shake was on it's way. No big deal, I liked vanilla as much as I like my second-best friend. (haha.. i wonder if anyone will think, "Is that me or [insert name here]?" If so.. don't worry. You're my best friend.) The shake came to me in it's gorgeous, frosted glory.. and I drooled at the sight of the usual dry cookie dough balls on the top. I dug my spoon in to stir the goodness around, and to my immediate disappointment I found a (once again) heart-breaking lack of cookie dough chunks. Instead, there was a pathetic sight of tiny cookie dough pieces mixed into the ice cream. Bitter tears filled my eyes, anger filled my soul, and a frustrated growl escaped my stomach.
No biggie. I'll just have to find a new shake place.
(Wendy's is moving up on the list.. they have great cookie dough "frosty's")