Everyone has a childhood ice cream memory and mine is Baskin Robbins with my Mom. She was never a fan of ice cream, but I ALWAYS loved the cold stuff. Mom enjoyed rainbow sherbet or Italian ice instead but when we would arrive at BR she always ordered Daiquiri Ice. I always ended up sneaking a taste or 7 from her cup when she wasn't looking (or maybe she was looking and just let it slide). Being a grown little woman, I wanted to taste the "alcohol." I don't regret it either. . .not one single taste!
I'm a lover of comfort. When it's cold, I want something hot.
When it's hot, I want something cold.
This summer, go for the Daiquiri Ice at BR.