By the time you get to 40, there are not a whole lot of firsts left in life. Today, however, en route to the beach with my book group, I experienced one – my very first visit to a Dairy Queen.
Whenever the subject of DQ comes up, my confession that I’ve never been to one is met with nearly the same reaction I encounter when I mention that I’ve never been to Disney World (also true) – a sort of dismay that suggests that I have been woefully deprived. When I explain that my native Upstate New York is full of independent roadside ice cream shacks and thus there is no need for Dairy Queen, the vaunted Blizzard is mentioned as the magical item that trumps my beloved twist cone with rainbow sprinkles.
Today, I finally got to see what all the fuss was about.
After reviewing the options (which fell into three categories: cookie, candy, and fancy), I selected the Butterfinger Blizzard. It was pretty tasty, and very filling (I got a small and couldn’t finish it) but not the life-changing treat I’d been led to expect. It just tasted like ice cream, which I like, and Butterfinger, which I also like – but there was no the-whole-is-greater-than-the-sum-of-its-parts angle.
I wouldn’t go so far as to say it was a disappointment, but it was no twist cone with rainbow sprinkles, that’s for sure.