Ok, now I know that Dunedinites are probably more hardy than their Wellingtonian counterparts, but for the life of me I cannot see the appeal of Mr Whippy icecream at 6pm on a Friday night when it’s cold outside and the sun has long since gone, er, where the sun don’t shine..
And yet both in my old residence in Kew and my new residence in Brockville, come nightfall, I regularly hear that friendly chime and the rumble of the Mr Whippy refrigeration van.
So what gives? What is the appeal of cold ice-cream when it’s cold and dark outside? When the sun can’t beat down on your cone and melt its frosty contents, regardless of what season it actually is (it’s autumn now..).
Is it perhaps similar to the appeal of a hot cup o’ tea on a hot day?
If you know the answer please enlighten me. I shall be eternally grateful!
Cheers,
Dan
