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One of the number one, absolute, most terribly important necessities for me in a city is a good, old-fashioned ice cream shop. Homemade ice cream and toppings, sodas, floats, banana splits ... all of which are on Leatherby's giant (and a little pricey at first glance, but the serving sizes are dipped to share) menu, but I gotta tell ya ... it's not that great. The ice cream has pretty good flavor, but lacks in consistency. I've even bitten into chunks of ice in my Black 'n Tan sundae, which consists of toasted almond and vanilla ice creams, chocolate and caramel sauces, whipped cream, nuts, and a cherry. That aside, I find myself a repeat customer at Leatherby's. I can't help it. I think it's just the soda shop atmosphere that I crave. Oh, and Amy. This is one silly, kooky lady. She's been the only person working the counter each time I've come in. She raves at you excitedly, arms up in the air, about her home made ice cream and how people come in just to buy quarts of the hot fudge. She'll give you a free sample, if you ask. In fact, she'd be THRILLED to. She introduced herself to us as, "I am Amy Giant Sundae." My friend extended her hand and said, "Uh, I'm Stephanie." She put her hands on her hips, eyes widened, and said, "Steeeeeephaaaaaanieee? Stephanie, you come back, you have more ice cream." So, ice cream, so-so. Prices? Steep. Entertainment value? Top notch. And, oh, if you do decide to give it a shot, and even if you are the ONLY person in the dining area, do not try to pick up your order at the counter. Let Amy bring it to you, otherwise you'll hear about it. ,': )
negative