Hand-dipped ice cream in Richmond. Most evenings we are at the window. Some evenings the window is dark because the trailer is parked at a ball field in Lawson or a wedding reception outside Hardin, and that is the single thing people get wrong about us, so it is written at the top of the page instead of the bottom.
Thirty-five miles from the window, no delivery fee. Past that we charge mileage, and past sixty we are probably not the right call.
Inside the dashed line there is no travel charge. Kansas City proper, Liberty and Kearney are all outside it and cost $1.75 a mile from the window and back.
Twelve tubs never come out of the case, because taking one out starts an argument. Vanilla bean, chocolate, butter pecan, strawberry, cookies and cream, mint chip, cookie dough, black walnut, rocky road, orange sherbet, peach, and the salted caramel that outsells everything except vanilla.
The other four spots turn over every couple of weeks and follow whatever is actually ripe or actually in season. In summer that means blackberry cobbler when the berries come in off Highway 10, sweet corn for about eleven days in August that people either love or refuse to discuss, and lemon icebox from the first hot week to the last. Fall brings apple butter, pumpkin, and a maple bacon we keep saying we will stop making.
Root beer floats made with bottled root beer, not fountain. Shakes and malts in three sizes. Banana splits that take a while, so order them before the line builds. Dole soft serve in summer for the people who cannot do dairy, and it is not an afterthought, it is genuinely good.
Ball tournaments, weddings, company picnics, church suppers, grand openings and one funeral, which turned out to be the right call. Here is everything you would otherwise have to ask for in a message thread.
Every figure on this page is illustrative and belongs to the mockup, not to the real business.
If the trailer is out on an evening the window would normally be open, we say so on the sign and on the phone message the same morning. Call before you drive across the county for a malt.