T.C. Scoops — Restaurant in Holliston

After three years of having traipsed by this place, looking over and thinking 'Someday...' I finally decided that tonight was it. I was...in a /mood,/ to put it succinctly. Dagnabbit, I wanted some ice cream.

So I stepped on into the brightly lit but welcoming little shop. It was clean, pristine, and calm--but I could practically feel the exuberant energy of its patrons and staff that it would have on any given summer afternoon, even on this quiet evening. I made my way over to view the selection, and...while I had expected there to be a fantastic selection of unique flavors...I was ill-prepared for the choices I'd have to make. My eyes roved over such a brilliant array of colors and provocative flavors, that my attention was like trying to walk a pack of exceptionally energetic puppies. Any moment I thought I had made a decision, one of those puppies would leap at another label or swirl or splash of rainbow, yipping and pulling. All of the disappointments and problems in my life slipped away into the ether as the most pressing thing in the world at the moment was... 'WHICH ONE?!' I was going to commit to a pint, no matter what--no question. Sure, I could have asked for some samples, but I didn't want to pester the pleasant woman keeping shop... She was already engaged in friendly banter with a couple of other patrons, and I was struggling as it was. I have a penchant for eating anything that's aggressively blue, and the variety of flavors available in that color had me holding my breath as my eyebrows tried to unite with my hairline. I finally wrangled my internal puppy thoughts--resisting my every urge to just shout 'BLUE!'--and picked one: Caramel cheesecake.

I scurried home, dealt with some unpleasant things... But finally I grabbed a spoon and dug in--

...there are some things in this world that bring such unexpected pleasure and joy that it elicits reactions that seem contrary and disproportionate to the thing being experienced. Such was the case with this ice cream. It was so good, I had to beg pardon for my vernacular and volume. So smooth, so creamy, but with tantalizingly soft chews of chunks of cheesecake and subtle crunches. It was sweetness like a euphoria. I had meant only to have a little taste so I could satisfy my curiosity and save it for later...but the spoon seemed to take on a mind of its own. M'lad witnessed my exultation, and I almost reluctantly passed him the spoon. Usually, we can calmly and politely share food--but we were reduced to a base, child-like state, and got grabby-snatchy with just the one spoon. Something about this must have alarmed my rational side, and after both of us saying 'Last one, for realsies--' for the fifth or sixth time, I managed to slap the top back on to save what was left for later...but it was difficult.

Suffice to say, next time I will allow myself to dawdle a bit in the shop and ask for samples, although I sincerely doubt that there is any wrong choice. I blindly and recklessly committed to this one flavor... My only regret is that I didn't get a...

So sad about how the owner handled the situation of my son (middle school age) to grab some ice cream. I was getting my two younger ones out of the car while he was waiting inside for me, both young ones in car seats.

My son comes to the car upset, after being inside for a minute. He said he sat down waiting for me. Was asked by the owner “can I help you?” And he responds “ just waiting for my mom” ( for sure, he didn’t explain we were coming in to grab ice cream, but honestly what middle schooler would, unless asked). The owner responded with a shrug and said “ well maybe wait outside.”

He was so taken back with the response, and was so thrown off that he came to the car and asked if we could get ice cream somewhere else. I went in to talk to the owner, it wasn’t busy just three people in there sitting down. I was explained the same situation and she shrugged it off and explained how she’s running a business and a lot of middle schoolers come in and if they aren’t buying anything they would need to wait outside. That wasn’t the case with this situation, but for next time, maybe check in to see if he was waiting for his mom to buy ice cream.

It was more convenient to go there because of the location, but not worth the interaction with the owner and how she handled...

I love the fact that they have gluten free and dairy free options, and they were actually good. They were well informed about what flavors had certain allergens. My experience would have been a 10/10 however I did ask for sprinkles on my ice cream and the girl who was assisting me scoffed when the other woman at the counter had told her. I understand having to take extra steps and it being annoying to do so but in front of the customer? It felt very unwelcoming, and if it’s that much of an issue please don’t offer sprinkles on gluten...