Yesterday's mission was to go get a Chocolate Cover Cherry Milkquake. I swapped out the CD in the changer in the truck, grabbed some reading materials (chapter 3 from my programming and logic textbook) and headed south. Two hours later I had arrived at Krystal in Murrell's Inlet, SC. I was starving. I went with the old standard, a #1 with cheese, but decided to go for the chili cheese fries, due to the HUGE sign on the front of the store telling me to. Those were perhaps the best chili cheese fries I have ever had. And the Krystals were quite yummy, despite the fact I neglected to add ketchup. Oh how I sat and savored ever delicious bite. But I never once forgot my original mission: cherry chocolate milkquake.
I was worried I hadn't saved enough room, but I summoned my inner Kobayashi and went back to the counter: Chocolate Cherry Milkquake and two chili cheese pups. To go! After a brief phone call from Courtney, she had given me an idea. You don't get that close to the beach and not go. So I loaded back into the truck and rolled up the street to Atlantic Ave, that goes directly to Garden City beach. Grabbed my food at made my way out to the sand.
The law says you can't have dogs on the beach off leash. You know what I say to that?
Bite Me!There's two pups, loose on your beach and you can't do a thing about it! How do you like them apples?
In reality, it wasn't the beach cops I was concerned about. That picture is perhaps one of the toughest I have ever had to take. As I "set up" the shot, I look up to see: That's right, my arch enemy, the seagull. And everyone one of them was staring. I know they have tiny little bird brains, but you know exactly what they are thinking:"Drop it! Drop it! Drop it! Drop it! Drop it! Drop it! Drop it!"As I placed my food down, and started to back away to take the picture, every step I took back, they took 3 steps forward. Yelling and waving my arms didn't scare them away, and in fact it appeared to attract more. Plus it made the fisherman 25 feet down the beach look at me funny. At one point as I ran forward to save my food, I kicked a bit of sand on my pups. Thankfully, chili cheese pups don't read 1970's comic books, so they won't be sending off for Charles Atlas's book and come back to punch me in the face. I discovered they seemed less interested once I had eaten the chili pups. Yes, sand and all. One of the things you learn on your first Boy Scout camping trip is: God made dirt, so dirt can't hurt. That's the woodsman's version of the 5 second rule.
With my seagull adventure behind me, I grabbed my MilkQuake and returned to my truck to enjoy it in peace. It is absolutely delicious. I did, however, take a while to remove the whipped cream blanket over the top so you can see inside. Since they use Hershey's Magic Shell in the shake prior to blending it, you wind up with what can be best described as "Chocolate Sand" in your cherry Milkquake. Of course had I not been standing on the beach for my first sip, I may have thought of something else it was like. But trust me, Chocolate Sand is WAY more tasty than actual sand! Go get some! (A Milkquake, not sand.) |
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