When I was a kid in my home town of Plattsburgh, NY, there was this tiny little shed by the side of the road near the paper mill that sold Frozen Custard. I don't remember the name of the guy that owned and operated it, but, it seemed like he was always there, smiling and selling those cones. I realize that my memories are from childhood, which was way more then just a few years ago, but, I have yet to have any that is even close to how good that was.
There wasn't much to do in a small town and any night that it was pleasant, we all piled into the car and went for a ride. Same route every time, but, it always included a Frozen Custard on the way out, and a stop at A&W on the way back. It was pretty calm back in the 50's. Now that I read what I just wrote, it becomes obvious why I had a weight problem all my life. I blame him... I doubt he will argue at this point.