We are nothing if not predictable. We—meaning me, Beni, and our kids—like to eat at the same three restaurants back home. Our weekends almost always include an early-morning fitness class, drinks at our bubble-tea shop, and a stop at the library. When we travel, we rarely stray from our favorite places, and tonight was no exception: Grandma Randi and Grandpa Tsune joined us in our tradition of hitting up one of the best ice-cream shops around.
Great Lakes Ice Cream Co. is a mere mile or two from their house, but it’s nearer and dearer to our hearts. Their homemade ice cream is to die for—and not from, one hopes, provided moderation is practiced—and worthy of a stop coming into, while staying in, and leaving town.
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