When I was child there were ice cream parlors, Dari Queens and Howard Johnsons. (Not like now. Where every fast food place has self serve. Yuck.)

My dad would often travel to see his brother in the Berkshires. He would go out Route 22 in New York to a restaurant he went to all the time. He had worked with the man. Tudge’s Resturant. My dad would stop at Tudge’s before we went to see his brother who worked at The Berkshire School For Boys in Sheffield, Massachusetts. Continue reading Ice Cream With Pop →