Red Trolley stays on track...even with hot dogs
Summer came again. Heat and ice cream weather. I showed up at the place for the salted caramel ice cream with its thick layer of chocolate; for honey graham that was so good I wanted to be able to pick it up at the grocery store or have it delivered to my house; for simple vanilla ice cream that was never quite as good as I wanted it to be (too thin, almost watery and without the smooth, luxurious kick of milk fat that is the only thing interesting about good vanilla ice cream) and honey-lavender that always tasted like chewing cold potpourri.
Mark Manger Ice cream is never out of season at Red Trolley.
This week's review? Red Trolley. Because what's better as we head into winter than ice cream?
Yeah, I thought it was brilliant, too. But the story of Red Trolley isn't just a story of some really good local ice cream. It's also a story about hot dogs, about breakfast cereal, ridiculously expensive coffee machines, root beer floats and about the Shaws -- a couple who saw a niche in the Highland neighborhood and tried to fill it with...everything.
Read all about it here tomorrow.