Phil’s Frosty, Shady Cove, Oregon

Posted on
Aug 20, 2012

“You chose … wisely.”

Do you ever have moments of absolutely pure conviction? Where you don’t need anyone else’s opinion on something, because you are 100% certain that you are about to make the right decision?

I rarely have moments like that. I require someone else’s feedback on everything. Which shoes I should wear. What books I should read. I’ve literally asked dinner dates if they thought I should “pee now or wait until after we’ve ordered.”

For those of you who are hungover on this lovely Monday morning, I’m going to repeat that: I’ve asked THIRD PARTIES WHEN I SHOULD GO PEE. These are not questions that rational people ask. Really, that sort of discussion should be between me and bladder, and no one else. But my stupid bladder rarely talks to me, so I’m left posing these queries to my friends and family and – more often than not – my husband.

Here’s a run-down of how that usually goes:

(After a moment of stunned silence.) “I … wait, did you just ask me if you should go pee?”


“Do you have to pee?”



My husband, on the other hand … that man knows how to make a decision. He orders breakfast ruthlessly. He buys clothing without flinching. He’s impulsive and rash and wonderful.

And despite his absolute and utter conviction in his choices, if it’s something that influences me, he’ll ask for my opinion. I usually do little more than pick my nose in contemplation before deferring to his decision. But damn it if it isn’t sweet that he asks.

During our last trip to Oregon, he and I took a small trip out to Crater Lake from Ashland. Rand drove down the tree-lined roads through a series of small towns.

Somewhere near Shady Cove, Oregon, he spotted a small pink building to our left, with a crowd of people milling about out front. The sign above it was decidedly brief: “Phil’s Frosty.”

“Hey,” Rand said, “Do you want some ice cream?”

And before I could answer, he’d whipped the car into the parking lot.

“I’m sorry,” he said, turning off the engine. “I just realized I really wanted to stop here.”

I smiled. There are reasons why I let him call so many of the shots when we travel: because he’s so damn good at it. And let’s be fair: OF COURSE I wanted ice cream. I always want ice cream.

Phil’s Frosty is known for their milkshakes, we soon discovered. When it was our turn to order, my husband, with his usual lack of hesitation, requested a chocolate shake. The woman behind the counter turned to look at me.

“A scoop of mint chocolate chip,” I said, without missing a beat. Apparently even for the indecisive, some choices are easy to make.

Rand’s shake was smooth and rich, and, by my estimation, composed of at least 50% chocolate syrup. It was so thick, the straw sticking out the top of it was largely useless, except as a sort of makeshift spoon.

My ice cream was dense and perfectly minty.

“You happy with what you got?” Rand asked, as we headed back towards the car.

I looked at him, his dark eyes squinting into crescents in the bright sunshine.

I nodded.

I need to have more faith in the choices I make. Because clearly, they are excellent.

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  • Yeah, self-confidence inducing ice cream, I would totally buy that!
    We don´t have ice cream cups like that in europe. Is it edible or made of paper or styrofoam?

  • Emmi

    Yummmm. Chocolate milkshakes are suddenly very hard to buy in my area ever since the McDonalds eliminated them from their menu (which should be a punishable crime, since it was the ONLY thing I would get there).

    @Silencer: where in Europe are you from? In the Netherlands you can choose between a cup (ususally plastic or paper or styrofoam) and a (edible) cone at most ice cream parlors. O, the cultural differences abound, don’t they :-)!

  • Iain

    I don’t understand the serving of ice cream in a non-edible vessel. It seems a bit crazy to me.

    • Other than the fact that it is not ecologically sound, it makes sense. So, let’s say a person is on a diet (i.e. slimming for members of the British Commonwealth). You desperately want ice cream, but not the extra calories from an ice cream cone—voila–you order your ice cream in a cup.

  • Now I want ice cream. I love mint chocolate chip.

    Goal for next year: go to Crater Lake (shouldn’t be too hard since I’m in Portland). Added goal: go to Phil’s Frosty.

  • Natalia

    I like how ‘He orders breakfast ruthlessly.’

  • Love it! And when you’re in Portland for the food blogger conference, RUN don’t walk to Salt and Straw. A few words: Sea Salt with caramel ribbon. They also have a flavour with BONE MARROW in it. You may just have to get every flavour. 😛

  • You guys have the most fun! And that mint chocolate chip ice cream looks divine!

  • Sonia

    Love how “you happy with what u got? ” could refer to the icecream as well as to hubby !! Excellent choices – both… 🙂

  • He is so dreamy. What a guy. =)

  • Janet T

    you did an excellent job choosing Rand, all the other decisions are just icing on the cupcake.

  • Excellent choice! You can never go wrong with mint chocolate chip. Though I get the sense that Rand would have swapped with you if you’d said you were unhappy with your choice. He’s a keeper!

  • Another great post. Can I ask what kind of camera you use? Your pictures are as clear and real as being there… thanks!

  • @Emmi: I am from Germany. We´ve got edible Cups or Cones or paper Cups, wich are usually multicolored. Cups made of foam are unknown – it is frowned upon using styrol for anything besides roof isolation 😉 Hence my question if the cup on the picture is foam or some sort of edible material.

  • My mother and two sisters cannot make decisions. I can usually make decisions unless I’m impaired by, say, being 9 months pregnant. When I was waiting for my first child to be born, I left my job the last week before my due date. Then, I sat at home on the couch and w-a-i-t-e-d. I figured I might as well do some laundry while I was waiting. We lived in a second floor apartment and the laundry room was in the basement. I, and my almost born fetus, carried the laundry basket all the way down only to find that all the machines were being used. I was paralyzed by indecision. I called my husband at work to ask him if I should leave the basket down in the laundry room while I returned to our apartment. His response was — a moment of dead silence, followed by, “You better be having this baby very soon.”

  • I may have to reconsider my choice to stop going by “Phil.”

  • MDS

    A bold statement to say Rand is better than ice cream, let alone mint chocolate chip!

    The chocolate chunks are so satisfying to bite through especially when there’s just the slightest bit of resistance and the mint so refreshing.

    Come to think of it I may have just described your husband. Ok I agree.

  • in the wind

    Ice cream is your only best choice at this place. Everything else is at your own risk.

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