Today, the girls and I went out to lunch with Bunky and Grandnan. And where did we go? Why, to the Bluebird, of course. The Bluebird is practically an institution in Cache Valley. The food is tasty, the ice-cream is rich and smooth, the chocolates and other delectables from the candy counter are divine, and the ambiance hearkens back to a time when soda fountains were part of everyone's life. 
Apparently, there was a problem with the ice-cream freezer last night, resulting in goopy, runny ice-cream today. But that certainly didn't deter my girls! Ice-cream is ice-cream, whether it comes in a block, on a cone, or in a bowl, like soup!
Kansas City may have Sheridan's, but Logan has the Bluebird!
1 comment:
Why have you never taken me to the Bluebird? Or did you just think you'd taken me but it was really that other guy...
Nice to see the girls and know they're having a good time.
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