The verdict
Betty Rae’s has been the house favorite long enough that nobody argues about where we’re going — only about what the verdict is once we’re back in the car. This trip had a theme: the World Cup promo flavors. The American one (USA 250) turned out to be blueberry, strawberry, and Chantilly cake; Austria was a chocolate-apricot number that Dad is still thinking about. Diplomatic relations at the table were tested immediately.
The scorecard tells the story. P3 tried America and declared it — flatly, with the confidence only a seven-year-old carries — her best flavor. Full stop. Wants it again. P2 allowed that it “is better” than the usual order, which from P2 amounts to a parade. P1 stayed loyal to the cashew cake batter, pronounced it exactly as good as always, and then lodged the evening’s one formal complaint: the cone was definitely more stale than usual. The management notes this grievance has now been filed on multiple consecutive visits and remains under investigation.
Mom genuinely enjoyed her scoop, too — but was clear that the promo flavors are guests, not family. Her s’mores and the Thou Mayest coffee are still the ones she’d fight for, World Cup or no World Cup.
“Next time we go here, can I get England?”
England, for the record, is a London Fog — an Earl Grey flavor — and it now sits at the top of next visit’s ballot, assuming the World Cup lineup survives that long. Dad’s Austrian chocolate-apricot was the sleeper hit: really good, order-it-again-today good, which is exactly the problem with promo flavors — they leave. P4 was asked for comment twice and declined both times, on account of still eating. We are counting that as an endorsement.
Practically: it’s counter service and it moves, even six deep. And — a real bonus for a dog family — they let us bring the puppy inside, on the one condition that somebody hold him the whole time. Somebody did, gladly, and he was (for the record) very good. The promo flavors rotate, so if one of them wins your kid’s heart, get back before the window closes. Betty Rae’s keeps the crown — an 8.4 across the five of us who put up a number, a best-ever ruling from the seven-year-old, and the great cone debate rolls on.