Although we tired 3 different kinds, the consensus was that the huckleberry was by far the best and I was left to dream of a new deep freeze in my garage loaded to the brim with homemade huckleberry ice cream next summer.
Somehow the two pairs of sticky hands both ended up on my side of the booth by the end of the visit and I was left with a full belly of ice cream and little prints all over my shirt.
Yes, he could be yawning or perhaps singing or even sneezing but no. No, our littlest one was captured in the moment making the shrieking sound he makes to get attention (of a lone camera man, or nothing in particular) and it sounds a lot like a pterodactyl, so our departure was eminent after the patrons were subjected to that treat.
All in all: cheaper than baskin and robins, yummier than Dairy Queen and brought back memories of growing up here. We are coming back for sure.