The first bite of Summer

As A St. Louisian, there is one thing that means the start of summer, that first bite of your concrete of choice from Ted Drew's Frozen Custard. This place is a St. Louis staple, one of the few of the places that this city is actually known for. Let me explain it to you, Take a parking lot, smack a building in the middle of it, similar to a used car lot, add a bunch of late teen early twenty year-olds in bright yellow shirts, throw on a senile old man with an affinity for frozen custard and you have the cold dessert Mecca under the Arch.

There are an infinite number of combinations that can come flowing out of the glowing windows that hide a paradise of blenders, mixers, churners and acne infested teenagers.  You walk up to the window with your friends after one of the following:

A Cards Game
o A Rams Game (early in the season)
A High School football game (High school of your choosing)
A show at the Fox
A show at the Muny
A Wedding
A Funeral
A Barmitzvah
A Batmitzvah
A Bonfire
A House Fire
A Gang Fight
ect.
Basically after everything... and anything is an excuse to go and get your choice of deliciousness trapped between ivory folds of frozen vanilla... ... ... ...

I'm sorry about this, I seem to be channeling my inner Bourdain today...

But anyways, there is only one item in St. Louis I can willingly go  back over and over and over again, on my knees and begging for, a Large Teramizzou concrete... Pistachios, Hot fudge, Caramel sauce, throw into a blender cup hit Frappe and wham-o blam-o ambrosia from on high handed to you by a late teens early twenties goddess on earth in a yellow shirt and a black visor.