Some tacos, a quesadilla, and some queso, and lemonade of course, later, we sat down to dinner...

Britton is a big fan of sour cream!

And queso...

But the consensus was - meh. The queso was bland, the quesadilla was bland, and the chips were store-bought instead of freshly made. So, we packed our disappointed selves into the car to drive about 500 feet to - Baskin-Robbins!
Britton usually gets rainbow sherbet. Which isn't like the awesome rainbow sherbet from High's Ice Cream that I grew up on - raspberry, orange, lime, and pineapple. This sherbet is only pink, orange, and white, and tastes like sherbet punch - kind of nondescript. So Britton browsed the samples and said, "Yellow!" Lemon custard it is, then.

Big Saturday night plans? Check. The new restaurant in town tried? Check. We're just jetsetters, you know. Ha!
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