Whether your headache is from brain freeze or trying to puzzle out what kind of relation an "Aunt Grandma" could possibly be, you didn't come to this hole-in-the-wall establishment to be comfortable. High on creamy home-made ice cream and low on atmosphere, the sparse little shop has two lonely garden gnomes in the otherwise completely barren window display and is furnished with cheap plastic lawn chairs and tables.

It's run by two dour, blue-haired ladies who look old enough to remember Prohibition. They might be sisters. You're kind of scared to ask.