Snow’s dairy bar in Arlington, VT has been our post-gardening, post-Saturday tee ball game, post-chore ritual since Thing1 took his first at bat. Summer hasn’t truly began until we’ve had our first corndog or Sunday, complete with Wilcox dairy ice cream (the first Vermont ice cream).
Just standing next to it snow, the original owner passed away a couple years ago, and his kids took it over for a summer before selling it to a new owner. When it was for sale, there a few concerns that a new owner would bring a lot changes to a beloved institution.
Thing1’s girlfriend started working there a few years ago, and he knew she would be working there yesterday when we went out for lunch, probably why he was so happy about the choice. When we got there, we found her and, on the menu, all our old favorites. We also discovered a few new items – more potential favorites – had found their way onto the giant boards and their lists of fried delights and ice cream.
Like Bogie and Claude Rains walking into a cloud shrouded horizon, the merging of old and the new could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship and the end of yet another diet.