Culver’s — Restaurant in Ashland

Overpriced! Seems like every time I come here something is wrong with my order.

WRONG THINGS IN ICE CREAM When I go to Culver's and get a concrete mixer I expect that I will get the kind that I order and also that if I do not order a topping of m&ms there will not be any on it. Months ago I ordered a ICE cream treat without the topping and there was m&ms in it. I honestly like m&ms but I have friends that have allergies and i know if they got a topping with nuts in it they would be really sick. I complained about it becuase Culver's should know if that is going on so the next person that goes there does not get ingredients to they do not expect in their food. I think they gave me a new concrete mixer that was made properly and then they gave me a discount coupon or something. But my whole point woth that is it should not be happening in the first place.

CUP IS NOT FULL WHEN I GET IT The other day I ordered two concrete mixers. And I expect that if I pay for a cup of ice cream that it will be level with the brim of the cup but it was not. Both mixers had half the ammount of ice cream I expected. I think the reason for it might have been the machine that they use to mix it or something. I don't know. But it was never like this years ago. I am very disappointed in that

THEY DONT HAVE LARGE ONLY MEDIUM You cannot order a large concrete mixer anymore. The biggest size that they have is a medium and it is not even full. When I was a child and my parents ordered me a large concrete mixer was so huge I knew there was no way I would be able to eat it all. Like I was actually afraid to order the large size becuase I knew I can't eat that much. It was too much ice cream for me.

QUALITY OF ICE CREAM The concrete mixer is nit thick like concrete like it should be. I would describe it more like whipped cream. It used to be like a concrete mixer becuase the ice cream is so thick is that you cannot barely eat it with the spoon cuz the spoon would break trying to scoop it out. I used to have to wait to eat it till it was melted and soft to eat it.

I WAS NOT EVEN FULL AFTER EATING IT I WENT TO A GAS STATION ACROSS THE STREET AND BOUGHT A HUGE TUB OF ICE CREAM for less than the price of one half full medium concrete mixer. The gas station ice cream was thick like concrete, there was a lot of it and it tasted better. Basically what I used to expect from Culver's.

I would like to add that the gas station ice cream filled all the way to the top of the cup 6 times...

It's overpriced here. I can't pay more than $10 for two medium concrete mixers that are bad quality and not full. I want large size again and better quality ice cream.

I am done paying overpriced on stuff cuz of inflation. If it's overpriced I buy it somewhere else.

That is what competition is. When one store costs more, people buy it somewhere else. And I think that people are starting to do that with these overpriced stuff. Businesses need to realize that I am done paying for it. I honestly can afford 10 bucks for two medium things of ice cream but I wont pay that price cux it's rewarding stores that rip people off like this

For example next time I want ice cream concrete mixer I will just pay half the cost at a gas station and fill a cup and eat it with a metal spoon thay does...

Lief whosoever hath taken up this scroll to read,

Know that I did venture hence to yon esteemed establishment in pursuit of nourishment and refreshment, desiring a moment's reprieve from the weariness of life's toils. Mine intentions were pure, mine heart hopeful, as I approached this humble stand ho seeking sustenance divine.

Alas, tragedy did befall us ere long.

Mine driver, a loyal and true-hearted soul, did make a clear and rightful request: a large chocolate concrete mixer, that most decadent of delights, rich and thick as the velvet night. Yet what did the wretches behind the counter produce? A medium vanilla – pale, flavorless, and lacking in all passion and substance. 'Twas a grievous insult, nay, a betrayal most cruel.

Verily, I tell thee, our wishes were cast aside like yesterday’s refuse. No fork was bestowed upon us, leaving us to dine like savages, clawing at our comestibles with naught but fingers. 'Tis a sorry thing to feel thy dignity slip through thy grasp like melting custard.

But lo – the misfortunes did not cease there.

So shaken was the driver by the grievous error that he did lose control of our carriage, veering off the path most righteous and into the cruel embrace of a ditch. The wheels did spin, the drinks did fly, and I, poor soul, was cast about as a leaf upon a storm. I awoke in the infirmary, mine limbs unfastened, scattered like forgotten relics upon the sterile floor.

Now I lie here, broken and bruised, with nothing but my thoughts, my sorrow, and the faint, mocking memory of the dessert I ne'er received. My spirit is crushed, mine appetite lost, and I declare this with utmost resolve:

Ne'er again shall I darken the doorstep of thy custard-hawking dwelling.

Fie upon thy mixers and forks, and mayhaps consider this tale before thou scorn the next patron’s request.

With deepest disappointment and fragmented bones, —A wounded soul...

I hearby decree: Verily, were it within my power, I wouldst bestow upon this establishment not a single star—nay, not even the faintest glimmer of celestial approval. Forsooth, mine intent was pure and simple: to partake in the divine sweetness of chocolate ice cream, a treat most beloved to my heart and soul. Yet what was I delivered, dear reader? Vanilla. A pallid mockery of joy. A flavor fit not for mine desires, nor for the gold with which I paid.

And lo! Upon inspection of the parchment of proof—mine receipt, cursed be its ink—it did declare vanilla as if by my own hand! As though I, in some moment of madness or treachery, had chosen it myself! Thus was I robbed not only of my rightful dessert, but also of any hope for redress or recompense.

Know this: the sorrow inflicted upon me is no small wound. The joy I sought hath been twisted into bitterness. Mine soul hath been poisoned, steeped in anguish and righteous fury. No jest nor comfort may lighten this burden.

Let it be known across the realm, let the wind carry my lament to the high towers and far valleys: The King shall hear of this. I shall raise my voice in court and temple alike, denouncing this den of frozen deceit.

Where once my heart was tender and filled with fondness for thy butterburgers and fair curds of cheese, now there lies naught but cold stone. Hardened have I become. Resolved am I to never again darken thy threshold. Not for custard, nor kindness, nor even a thousand apologies.

Ye have lost me, Culver’s. And mayhap, in losing me, ye shall see the measure of...