The new ice cream parlor a few blocks away has a backstory: during prohibition times, bartenders were out of work. So they went to the soda fountains and sophisticated-itized them. I felt like a n00b sitting in this place with a bowl of ice cream reading about how all the impressive treats were at the fountain in the back. Seasonal menu of milkshakes made with egg and stranger things. Custom syrups. I didn't feel nearly degenerate enough to really do the place justice, but I went to work with a spoon and tried my best.