Okay, so there is more to it than that. I used to work for a company called Cobatco, located in Peoria, IL. My two younger brothers worked there at the time, too, and one of them is actually working there again (for the third time, to be exact). This is a mom-and-pop waffle iron factory, and they also sell waffle batter mix to go along with their machines. Their main customers are restaurant chains – Bob Evans, Country Kitchen, Huddle House, and Dairy Queen (for waffle cones) – and Bruster’s happens to be one as well.

I had never before seen a Bruster’s, but I recall many trips on the fork-lift to retrieve pallets of the Bruster’s Waffle Cone mix. So when I saw one tonight, I knew I had to stop in for a taste. (Thanks, Andrew, for verifying that Bruster’s really was one of the Cobatco joints – I wasn’t positive when I first drove by.)

I walked up to the window, still feeling bloated from so much barbeque, and frankly admitted that I had never been to a Bruster’s before. I chatted with the guy that was working the window, and asked for recommendations. He suggested some sort of chocolately-chocolate death trap, which was chocolate ice cream and ANY other topping that had the word chocolate in it: chocolate chips, chocolate-covered peanuts, chocolate-covered strawberries, chocolate-peanut butter cups, and I’m sure there was more.

As we were talking about chocolatey goodness, I glanced over the guys shoulder and noticed the waffle iron. It looked suspiciously like a Cobatco machine, so I asked him to verify. Once he confirmed that it was from the mecca of waffle cone makers, I was sold. I asked for a double-dip in a waffle bowl – one dip of the chocolate madness and one of their mint chip. Somehow he thought I was a starving kid in Africa or something, ’cause this is what I got (for the price of a single-dip, no less ):

Seriously. I don’t think it was any less than a triple scoop, ’cause I could count at LEAST 6 disticnt scoops of ice cream in the dish. It was gianormous. And delicious. Their ice cream is made fresh each morning, and it was totally tasty. In fact, I ate the whole thing.

And, now that I feel like I’m going to explode, I’m going to continue to lie here on the bed until the sugar buzz wears off and I pass out from a chocolate overdose. When do I get to come back here?!