My Kingdom for a Fribble…

I had a craving today, so I decided to do something about it.
I was driving down South Willow Street in lovely Manchester, New Hampshire, and I decided I wanted a Fribble. What’s a Fribble you ask? Well, It’s a shake. Although, I suppose some of you would call it a frappe. You get it one place and one place only: Friendly’s. It’s super-thick and it just tastes awesome.
Or, at least, it used to taste awesome.
Back in the day, a Fribble was made with ice milk and not ice cream. That was what gave a Fribble the consistency and the taste. I know, because I used to make them back when I was 17 years old and worked for Friendly’s. You used to grab a Fribble cup, put the syrup in (2 shots chocolate, 1 shot strawberry for my tastes), scoop in three “green” scoops of “Fribble mix” (which was basically ice milk), fill with milk up to the red line and then put it on the mix master.
That was then.
These days, though, the Fribble is made from a soft-serve machine and, well…it sucks.
When I got the Fribble and stuck the straw into it, it tasted just like a Frosty from Wendy’s. Sure, it was thick. It just didn’t have that Fribble taste to it. I could have gotten the same thing at Dairy Queen or Wendy’s.
This is as disappointing to me as when Dunkin Donuts stopped serving the “dunkin’ donut.”
What has this world come to?
William Smith
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