a Boston-based food and travel blog
It’s all my dad’s fault. Starting from when I was around 2 years old, My dad started me on a tradition. Every day, he would place me in the front basket-seat on his bike and we would visit . . . . . the ice cream shop. I’ll never forget the look of that unique…
It was sooooo cold outside. Frrrrreezing! In fact, it technically was freezing that crazy week in January when it briefly snowed in Las Vegas! It was so cold, area stores completely sold out of the season’s winter coats to unsuspecting visitors who had shown up in the city assuming they wouldn’t need jackets. So why “frrrozen hot chocolate”?…