The Wallingford Pizza House. A large 'Famous Spinach' pie flanked by pitchers of Scuttlebutt Nitro. Cheap risque conversation, jokes and memories. We tipped well and stormed off into the brisk night air.
I didn't know it then, but I was about to get Ice Cream and it was going to delicious.
Enter Molly Moon's. Homemade Waffle Cones, gourmet flavors surrounded by a sea of bundled patrons. A kid's scoop of Salted Caramel. Maybe the best I've ever had.
I looked to my friends and asked "Is this heaven?" and they replied "No, it's just the Wallingford section of South Central Seattle."
That night I dreamt of what amazing treats have yet still to come.