Amy's & Waits

I do love the Amy's. If you don't try the Belgian chocolate, graham cracker, and marshmallow combination before you die, you haven't really lived at all. I also guessed the movie quote correctly, which earned me a free crush-in.

Apparently I made the guy feel awkward about telling me I was one of the only people who got it all day. He just said it because I'm in a wheelchair and I look unkempt.

Maybe.

Anyway, here's the quote (no cheating!):

"Peach...I could eat a peach for hours."

Something I've noticed about Amy's -- and other Austin businesses in general, for that matter -- is that they offer a high-quality product but a shit way of selling it. They let really ugly, sweaty, hairy stoners handle your (really delicious) ice cream and then they blast obscure Tom Waits music over the speaker system.

Two things that aren't appetizing are hairy stoners and Tom Waits music. Sure, there's a hip kind of charm to these things, but appetizing they are not.

In fact, when I start business school (did you guys know I got into an MBA program!?!?!?) I'm going to make it my goal to analyze the demographic that is attracted to sweaty hairballs serving Tom Waits ice cream.




"Way Down in the Hole"
Tom Waits