I hate to sound like an old f*** but, when I was a kid, the downtown drugstores still had those great little black-and-white, octagonal tiles and the "ice-cream parlour" chairs and tables...and they ALL had an ice-cream parlour! My doctor used to give me a "prescription" for "one big, chocolate ice-cream cone" and we'd go to the drugstore and get it. (nice doctor!!!)
We shall stay tuned.
Made it through a week of "art camp" lunches without getting gluttened.
I do wonder what's in the hot-dogs, though. I guess I should have checked, but I melt before a cheap, nasty, chemical-filled hot dog, even without the bun. (the GF buns I had in the fridge and took along the first week, were AWFUL. I threw them out when I came home.)