Et tu, DQ?

Did you ever have a Dairy Queen in your town and you would drive through and make your order specifically for two reasons: One is so you can see the server wiggle the shake upside-down, and making you think for that split-second that it's gonna splat on the concrete. The other thing is a tech way higher than microchips can handle. The vat o' liquid chocolate that turns into solid when you dunk a cone swirl in it. Awwwwww, yeah. You pull up to that window and there it is. Just to the right of the lady. All chocolatey brown and chocolatey thick and chocolatey sugary. Mmmmm... And then here comes the cone and the swirled-in ice milk. Pristine and glistening with frosty goodness. The chocolatey chocolateness beckons. The cone does not lurch or jump, but eases into the vat like a vacuum in slow motion. /Splork!/ And it is done. Our Dairy Queen closed about a year ago. It died when the highway's access roads converted to one-way. How I pine for the Dairy of the Queen and all such that accompanies.