So, I am here to give Dairy Queen its due respect. When I was growing up, I absolutely loved the trip to Dairy Queen in Morrisville, Pennsylvania. Riding in the car down toward the Delaware River on a summer night, making that turn on Delmorr Ave, across the railroad tracks, to this DQ glowing in the hot and sticky night air.
Note the two walk-up windows. Some nights the line would stretch to the street. What a great place.
Now Dairy Queen and I have stayed in touch over the years. Of course, there have been others. Farrell's, Greenwood Dairy, Goodnoes, The Penn State Sub Shop and The Penn State Creamery, to name just a few.
When Mike and I were looking to buy in Tucson in 2000, we focused on the Tucson Country Club neighborhood because it had mid-century homes and was close to the golf club we joined. All of this was nice, but I was giddy with the thought of the Diary Queen located at the entrance to the neighborhood.
We made many visits over the years, a quick drive through, sometimes a seat on the patio to watch the world go by or a cake ordered for a special occasion. Our final visit to Dairy Queen was after one of Jake's swim meets. A hot night in the Tucson desert. The perfect night for a DQ dessert.