Little was known about this ice cream parlor except the website said homemade. After a hot day on the road we pulled off the parkway and walked in to a scene from the 1960ās. The size of the store really surprised me because it was very large.Many tables and chairs to choose from and a wide open pathway to the counter with a large order here sign calling our name. The large windows into the kitchen revealed industrial sized motor driven ice cream machines. Stainless steel shelves, counters and sinks that were cleaned and well organized. Stepping up to the order counter with my young son we were greeted by an employee that had the patience of a saint. First my son had to decide between the enormous array of cones from which to choose. Each coated with its own coating. From sprinkles to chocolate and everything in between. A rainbow sprinkle was chosen and then the hardest decision of all, which kind of ice cream? First it was strawberry, then pineapple, then chocolate, and finally he chose the cookies and cream. A very generous scoop was carefully piled high on my sons cone and as the attendant handed it to my son I remembered to ask for a bowl because no way was he going to be able and eat this whole thing before it was running down both arms onto his shirt and the thought of him climbing into the backseat of our car sent chills up my spine . Next I chose a banana split. Now I had an even harder decision to make and people were lining up behind of me. Quickly I surveyed the large cooler in front of me and was frozen like a deer in the headlights. Looking carefully I could tell that the soft creamy ice cream in each bucket was homemade and each one had my name on it, if not now but in the future. So I chose strawberry, pineapple, and one with caramel swirls. Now for an even harder choice. The toppings! I chose strawberries in a glaze over the strawberry ice cream, pineapple over the pineapple, and butterscotch sprinkles on the caramel. Hot fudge over everything and whip cream over that. Next peanut pieces sprinkled on top. Little was said after we sat down and started eating. Watching my son attempt to eat his large scoop of delicious ice cream before it melted was enough of a reward for me. He didnāt say a word but gave me a two thumbs up sign. But after eating my way from one end to the other of my delicious banana split masterpiece, I couldnāt help but to think about making another trip back to this very special place that crafts fantastic ice cream and absolutely the best banana split Iāve ever had. I highly recommend that you bring your family, or just bring your own self, I guarantee you wonāt be...
Ā Ā Ā Read moreGreat ice cream. I live four hours away and were visiting the beach at Pennyrile and this place was highly recommended by friends from the area. I'm so glad I made the drive into Hopkinsville to enjoy the best ice cream of Hop Town! We tried most of the fresh-made flavors and had trouble narrowing down to a decision. The staff were really kind and generous. I went with a waffle cone with banana (so amazing and full of fresh banana chunks and taste) and chocolate on top bursting with rich creamy chocolate flavor and bits. My wife got the chocolate and coffee (wow, I should have got a third dip š¤Æ). This was so good I wanted to make the trek back into Heather's to get it again on our way back home. I'm sad to say I didn't and now...
Ā Ā Ā Read moreWe have been here a few times and this last time I hope was just a bad day. The bathroom, play area and surrounding areas had been untouched for days for cleaning. The bathroom had the toilet set cover cleaned and that was about it. Also I'm not sure why there are two soap dispensers and the one just being fir show. At first I didn't even think to look up, but came back a second time and saw it. At first I tried to let someone know but the cashier stayed in the. Ack the entire time. I'm guessing she's young and just didn't care. But hope to come back to better standards because we do love the ice cream. I'll also change my two stars then. If things...
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