West Bay'ers rejoice, there is a new Cold Stone Creamery in East Greenwich! That's the good news. The bad news is that it will be a Cold Stone in Hell before the line ceases to spill out the door of this new location. Well, that's probably not true, but the past two nights that Em and I have tried to get in it's been at least a half hour wait. Cold Stone, in case you haven't been to one, is the Subway of ice cream franchises. Pick your flavor, pick your toppings, and the eager scoopers mix and mash it all together on a frozen slab of marble right before your eyes. Good stuff. I especially recommend the glycemic-coma-inducing cake batter ice cream with oreos smashed in. Mmm! What I don't recommend is tipping you scooper. As you'll surely find out when you spend your entire evening in line, tips induce an unfortunate and demeaning girl scout-ish song/chant from all the workers, in appreciation of getting your $.14 change. I usually tell them I'll tip them $2 if they don't sing...

The Stone is Cold, But the Line is Long

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