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Let me start off by saying that the way I go about my flavor picking is not scientific (in case you thought otherwise). There's no rhyme or reason, no order, and I'd even go so far as to say that convenience is the biggest, if not sole, factor that my choosing is based upon. Is someone (read: mom) going food shopping on my behalf? Does the market I pass daily en route from the train to my apartment (whattup Green Leaf) have something I need to check off my list? Done and done. I guess it goes back to my indecisive nature and the fact that I'm intimidated by many options, so I'd much rather decide based on availability. Similarly, I'm much happier at a restaurant with a limited menu than one with an overwhelming one. Diners? Let the anxiety attack ensue.

So, when a work week came and went and there was no ice cream to be eaten (credited to a lack of trying to be certain), Saturday seemed to be the day. My mom, sister and I ventured to Atlantic City for a little get out of the city weekend (note: this is not the same as a get out of jail free card, as my 27 year old sister and I were carded by security in the Borgata casino after video surveillance saw my feet dangling (no, they did not touch the floor) and assumed we were not yet 21. Had we not been of age, a get out of jail free card would have been clutch).

Back to my ice cream eating which happened by chance, as our hotel had a Ben & Jerry's. in it. Rewind to about an hour prior, where I had eaten a small pasta salad courtesy of Starbucks while shopping, as as per usual I let myself get hungrier than I should have and needed some on-the-spot nourishment. Upon arriving to the hotel, we opted for the food court as we had dinner reservations in only a few hours and didn't want to spoil our appetites [too severely]. The choices were decent (not too vast, but enough), and as if I didn't have a hard enough time deciding what to eat, my mom's voice echoed: You have to get ice cream after. Well, in that case, Lettuce Head, the make your own salad place should have been my pick, for may I remind you that I had just ate a decent helping of pasta salad, was planning to eat ice cream promptly thereafter and later intended on having steak. Tell me why then that I opted for Fatburger. Yep, not just any burger, but one with fat in its name. Necessary.

After a cheese (also necessary) Fatburger and a meal that had my sister, mom and I in tears of laughter (over my recent affinity for binge eating mostly), my mom reminded me that Ben & Jerry's was waiting. A kid's size scoop sounded perfect as the reminder of a looming (and gluttonous) dinner awaited. To lessen the blow (slash nausea), my mom told me she'd share with me and suggested CoffeeCoffeeBuzzBuzzBuzz because she needed the caffeine. Gotta love a good rationalization. Nearly bitter coffee ice cream was highlighted with espresso fudge chunks and was pretty delicious, being a variation of my long time favorite: coffee ice cream with chocolate syrup (or hot fudge when available). I later found out the flavor is a Scoop Shop only flavor which turned out to be a happy accident...the best kind of accident there is! Certainly cushioned the blow of force feeding filet down my throat at our dinner reservations mere hours later.