Atlanta has caused me much fretting over the years. Since the citizens of this fair city are deprived of Uncle Harry’s Ice Cream Cakes (not found in any Atlanta supermarkets), I was unsure of their ice cream enjoyment status.
My hopes raised greatly when I heard that Atlanta was having it’s very own ice cream festival. Certainly, a city that is willing to celebrate this treat with its very own festival must have a rich ice cream culture.
As I headed to Atlanta’s Piedmont Park, a feeling of gloom settled over me. While multiple tents were set up, only three featured ice cream. Other tents weren’t related to ice cream at all. I didn’t see any signs advertising that this was an ice cream festival. Even a local camera crew I spoke with didn’t know this was an ice cream festival.
My anxiety for Atlantans grew. Was this a reflection of Atlanta’s ice cream woes or an unfortunate anomaly? There’s only one way to find out. I will hunt down Atlanta’s ice cream choices and decide for myself. I’ve got my map and my spoon. Wish me luck.