Coldstone

Coldstone Creamery
aka Coldstone Mountain
aka Cold Mountain.
Locations throughout Los Angeles and the world (insert evil laugh)

Sorry about the lame inside joke, its really just Coldstone Creamery. Getting back to ubiquity for a moment, these franchises are becoming just that, with a new one opening up on Glendale in Atwater, all we need now is some decent bagels and we got ourselves a decent little Westside enclave.

Anyway, I've never really "gotten" Coldstone. The ice creams are mediocre at best. The whole mix-in process leaves the mediocre ice cream half melted by the time you get to it and the mix-ins themselves run the gamut of medicrity from gummy bears to sprinkles to reece's peanut butter cups. The experience is degraded further by the acrimoniously sung songs when you leave them a tip. I'm torn whether to tip and make them (and I) suffer or not tip and let them retain some dignity for a few more minutes. Sometimes I'll try to sneak in a tip when they're not looking. Note to corporate headquarters: really, nobody enjoys that singing. Its just awful.


What's this?


A closer look
Cotton candy flavor ice cream. Nothing you eat should be that color. Not even otter pops.


Hot fudge
on the side for better ratio control.


Our melted concoction
Not really sure what was in this, but it was a compromise for 4 people. And a great way to save money at coldstone. Rather than ordering 4 different items, agree on 1 and get a quart. Its only $1.50 more than a pint. Which is only $1.00 more than a medium. Or in coldstone speak, a "loves it". How Paris Hilton. ugh. So, as you can tell, I've been to Coldstone more times than I care to admit. Even mediocre ice cream is better than no dessert at all. The peeps that have been dragging me to this little slice of suburban hell shall remain nameless, but now my true feelings have been exposed.