I love ordering at Labelle’s. You get to watch them assemble each order. I ordered a strawberry concrete, and Jody ordered a triple chocolate one.
I watched as the waiter threw a pile of vanilla concrete onto the marble counter, then poured a ladle of homemade strawberry sauce over it. The strawberries had been cut up and sitting in sugar. He proceeded to mix that together, then scooped it into a big cup.
He wiped down the counter, then threw a small scoop of milk chocolate and a small scoop of white chocolate onto the counter with a big scoop of dark chocolate chips. He made it into a swirl, then put that into a big cup. Jody insisted on paying for them.
We went over and sat on one of the picnic tables in the shade.
“This is great,” Jody said as she started on her concrete.
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