ways I'm a failure as an American. I don't like cheeseburgers or soda or theme parks. I have no desire to go to Las Vegas. I don't wear shorts. Baseball bores me to tears. (Though for the record: Yankees.) And, possibly the worst offense, I'm really not that into ice cream. But I do love ice cream stands.
Collins Creamery in Enfield was soooo good. And not ice cream! (I try to make up for my failure by liking American flags and lots of ice in my drinks and drive-through banking and driving 11 hours at a stretch and tipping.)
(P.S. At first I was stumped as far as what to name this post, having already used up my She Loves Me reference. But fortunately my brain is full of remembered musical lyrics where all that French and Greek and Hebrew I studied should probably be, and lots of musicals mention ice cream. Because they're so all-American, of course.)