Hot Dish: Ironing in the Kinks
June 19, 2015
You know how you can breeze past a storefront a zillion times, never once stopping in—not for lack of curiosity but the timing just isn’t quite right? That had been my choreographed routine with the frozen custard shop on Fifth, first when it was Abbott’s and then when it became Kohr’s Family Frozen Custard last spring. But one recent evening, the tantalizing smell of freshly formed waffle cones, finally lured me in. I nearly expected to see the stucco replaced with gingerbread, frosting and gumdrops—that was how powerless I was to the sweet aroma wafting through the air.