Before the fancy schmancy, gourmet, custom-mixed dairy desserts came into play, Baskin Robbins was the ultimate sweet treat when I was a kid. And if I was blessed with an ice cream CAKE from this heaven of heavens for a birthday celebration? Fuhgehtabouddit! Life was absolute perfection, just waiting for me within the freezer. Bliss, I tell you. Pure bliss.

I do not see Baskin Robbins locations in abundance the way I used to. Don't get me wrong; I love me my Ben and Jerry's and non-chain dessert spots, but the BK just takes me back to great ole times when the greatest worry I had was dripping my Gold Medal Ribbon onto my new overalls. (The trick was to lick the bottom of the scoop(s) and to do it rapidly!) Needless to say, I was delighted when I saw the pink neon shining proudly on its corner in Woodley Park! I can't hate on my Baskin Robbins.

Sadly, in my non-adolescent metabolic state, I now need to turn to the lowfat Espresso 'n Cream much more often than not. Lucky for me, it does not taste like it is lowfat - in the event you haven't tried it yet, it's better than you'd believe! Some thing tells me, nevertheless, that "lowfat" doesn't really mean I'm allowed to eat three scoops five nights a week.