Needed an ice-cream fix. In a bad way. Smouldering hot as it was. I walked into this new location for Baskin Robbins and the first thing I noticed was the lovely décor. Typical ice-cream avenue but the owner added her own pizzazz with pretty tables, chairs and everything«kid»… I stared at each flavour and realized that out of their«31 «flavours, half were«you gotta be kidding me, they put that in ice-cream? «… I looked for my flavour, couldn’t find it and asked«where’s the cherry jubilee? «…oh, that’s a seasonal flavour«… “huh???» now, what’s wrong with that picture? Either I’m nuts, or it is 90 degrees outside, my pool is open, and people are wearing shorts. I looked at the woman and said«so, um, what season do Baskin Robbins’ cherries grow in?» ugh No maple walnut either. Didn’t settle for anything with funky yellow licorice worms in it. Or cookie dough. Or bear claw/paw anything. No french vanilla. Shook my head and left. Whatever.