One of my favorite things about our getaway last weekend was that we took a slow and meandering path home. We strolled around a lake in the mountains, and we spent a lovely afternoon in the little town of Redlands. Redlands was once an orange grove town, and it has a really palpable sense of history. I just love that. The downtown area has lots of charm, found most especially in these old citrus signs posted here and there.
After a relaxed stroll around town, we were hot and in need of ice cream, and we wanted to hit up the restroom before we got back on the road. I had spotted this little creamery, so we doubled back to visit it. We were really impressed with their flavors, and it reminded us so much of Ici in Berkeley. Strawberry balsamic! Orange honey! It was tiny, adorable, and…closed. We were so sad!
Here is the face of sadness, documenting the terrible blow of a closed ice cream parlor on a Sunday afternoon. It was only 87 degrees, but we were still in our hiking clothes, and we needed some refreshment.
Daunted but determined, we carried on with our quest. I remembered that there was a Baskin-Robbins a few streets over, and, while it wasn’t our first choice, it was better than nothing, so we headed that way. When we got there, it was crazy crowded…and there was no restroom. We whipped out our phones and kept searching. Eric found a TCBY, so we drove off in a different direction to find it. The streets we drove down were gorgeous and studded with pretty Victorians. This served to assuage our pain when we drove right past the spot where the TCBY was supposed to be…and it did not exist. I found yet another frozen yogurt place on the phone, and we drove a bit further. This place also did not exist. At this point, we were beginning to feel like we were in the twilight zone. We pulled into a shopping center to get our bearings, and what should appear before my eyes but a frozen yogurt place! We drove closer to park the car and saw…that it was permanently closed. My favorite thing about the whole quest is that we were laughing hysterically about it. I am so glad for that. We were just going to run into a nearby grocery store when I found one more place on my phone: a frozen custard place. Frozen custard is, in my opinion, even better than ice cream or frozen yogurt. But the map was showing that it was sort of in the middle of a hospital complex. Not a likely story, but we decided to give it a whirl. And it did exist! The world’s most perfect frozen custard place, with a restroom to boot!
I could not have imagined a more idyllic place to eat frozen custard. We sat at this sweet table in the shade, orange groves just behind us. This is proof that good things come to those who wait. And also to those who drive all over town looking for ice cream! Our wild goose chase just made this experience all the more wonderful.
Eric and I absolutely love to explore new places together, and Redlands was a special treat for us. We sort of randomly picked it out on the map as were heading back to LA, and it was such a fun and beautiful town. I’m so glad we stopped there, and I hope we can go back sometime soon, maybe for the Shakespeare festival!