Hey, why does Dairy Queen smell like an old bowling alley?
My husband is a freak for large dipped cones. Ice cream, that is. Though he likes the other cones, too. Which is a good thing or we'd never have gotten this far. But I digress. At least once a week, he starts clamoring for a dipped cone. And I don't mind the dipped cones, but they don't move me the way, say, Ben & Jerry's New York Super Fudge Chunk (or Phish Food or Chocolate Fudge Brownie or Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough) ice cream does. But we go. And occasionally I get an M&M Blizzard and, actually, I do like this brownie earthquake thingy they make but I can't eat it alone -- death by sugar.
Anyway, we don't go inside because the place smells not just like a bowling alley, but worse. And I don't even mind bowling alleys if there's lots of beer and I'm actually bowling. But if you know what the food services in a bowling alley smell like, well, at Dairy Queen it's like that x10. And their food SUCKS! My husband is also a sucker for anything breaded and fried, no matter how God-awful it is. So we use the drive-thru. But the smell still gets you. Foul! Something about it -- it's just thick, and comes over you in waves. Why is that? I cannot imagine having to go to a place like that every day to work. And I find myself wondering if the employees are ever able to get the smell out of their clothes, or their hair, or their skin? The things we go through for some soft-serve with a hard shell!
Anyway, we don't go inside because the place smells not just like a bowling alley, but worse. And I don't even mind bowling alleys if there's lots of beer and I'm actually bowling. But if you know what the food services in a bowling alley smell like, well, at Dairy Queen it's like that x10. And their food SUCKS! My husband is also a sucker for anything breaded and fried, no matter how God-awful it is. So we use the drive-thru. But the smell still gets you. Foul! Something about it -- it's just thick, and comes over you in waves. Why is that? I cannot imagine having to go to a place like that every day to work. And I find myself wondering if the employees are ever able to get the smell out of their clothes, or their hair, or their skin? The things we go through for some soft-serve with a hard shell!
3 Comments:
mmm.. you had me at breaded and fried.
I think it's the combined stink of old linoleum, deep fat fryers and possibly the lingering musk of a place that used be a smoking establishment. At least that's what screams bowling alley to me. :)
But what can I say? I worked in a BBQ joint when I was in high school. And in answer to your question about getting the stink out? You don't.
Grrace: My husband would love you.
J.D.: Ick!
BeerGirl: I think you hit the nail on the head!
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