Dairy Twist — Restaurant in Palmyra Township

The girls at the counter were really nice and the key lime soft serve was delicious. BUT…some guy was walking by while I was talking to my family at the last table on the side. I was saying that I didn’t understand why I couldn’t get a child size soft serve when it’s a free pour machine. No special flavors, only chocolate/vanilla swirl. I hated to throw away the ice cream as it was too much for me to eat. This dude comes over and starts belittling me for talking to my family. We were talking to each other and he starts saying that he didn’t appreciate me complaining behind his back. That if I had something to say I should tell him to his face. I was shocked and asked who are you? I wasn’t talking badly and I wasn’t talking to you. I have a right to talk to my family privately. He says then don’t say it where I can hear you. I said don’t walk by people and butt into their conversations. He starts some song and dance about one size and costs. Oh please spare me. I don’t understand how a business owner can harass a paying customer. I wasn’t loud or rude. I was questioning why . In this country, before the insanity started, there was a thing called free speech. You had a right to ask a question. Not anymore apparently. He was wrong and out of line. He’ll give some convoluted reply to justify his actions. The ice cream was delicious. That wasn’t the problem. The hourly workers weren’t the problem. The owner was the problem. What a jerk . I like alpacas better because they’re not judgmental, insulting misogynistic animals. The owner is just rude and had no business insulting a customer. He doesn’t address his rudeness he just blames the customer for his...

Dairy Twist is less an ice cream shop and more a temple of frozen excess, a cathedral where the faithful come not to worship but to drown in sugar and cream. The very notion of a “single scoop” here is an affront to the dictionary: what they present could nourish an expeditionary force crossing the Sahara.

To order one cone per person, as we did, is to underestimate the sheer ambition of this establishment. Each serving arrives like a geological marvel, a glacial formation sculpted by the gods of dairy. My friend Jim, poor soul, received his portion in what can only be described as a Chipotle-sized bowl, though unlike burritos, this vessel overflowed with a volcano of brownies and soft-serve ice cream cascading in avalanches of chocolate.

We laughed, we despaired, and then we did what any mortals faced with Olympus-sized desserts must do: we shared, we surrendered, and we reveled in the sweet delirium. It was an indulgence so excessive that one risks either brain freeze or a diabetic trance, yet every spoonful sang of joy.

If ever you wish to taste the sublime absurdity of abundance, Dairy Twist awaits. Enter with courage, bring friends, and abandon moderation...

The ice cream was great, but most ice cream places I've been to, the ice cream is pretty good, most of them end up buying it from the same vendor anyway. The service was good here, and fast, but the biggest thing that surprised me was the low prices they were charging for the amount they give you, definitely make sure you don't get a larger size, just because you don't think it will be enough, the small and medium are quite large. I have owned a business in the past that sold a lot of hard and soft ice cream, so I do know the business, and I would definitely come...