A mixture of Bar Harbor and Northeast Harbor, Maine, the town of Chagrin Falls has way too many fancy houses with expertly manicured lawns. Tourists stroll the village center with its wild real falls and “fake” better behaved falls, which were created by damming the Chagrin River.
I’ve been taking lots of notes as we’ve driven cross-country this past week. But all my planned serious topics have been for naught. Everything changed as we blended in with the other tourists on a perfect summer evening in Ohio (who knew?).
All because of ice cream, the best I’ve ever tasted.
Fortunately, we shared three flavors: Queen of Cayenne, a spicy rich chocolate; black coffee; and dark chocolate. We also tasted whiskey pecan and double toasted coconut, which were scrumptious too. Now I’m sorry we didn’t sample the “gravels,” heavier than the sprinkles of my youth, or one of the “accoutrements” like smoked almonds.
Sammie, our server, aimed to please and how could she go wrong offering tastes of the richest, most perfect ice cream flavors ever? Guess I have nothing to complain about.