A Guide to the Best Tasting Ice Cream in Dingle , Ireland Senora Estes — World Language
Kool Scoops of Dingle , a place to mingle and get a bite of Irish ice cream . A striped green and purple awning shelters tiny lime green chairs and bitty blue tables which rarely wait for patrons . Aine , the owner , greets with a smile and cautions that in the Irish Cream Liqueur “ the rum is quite strong .” The freezer is a rainbow of creamy delights — made with local ingredients up in the midlands by Aine ’ s friends . Hazelnut , Nutella , Rum and Raisin , Honeycomb . Taste a flavor , any flavor , and enjoy the sweet , buttery cream melting on your tongue . 1 scoop , 2 scoops , maybe 3 . Try it in a waffle cone and enjoy the crunch with its hint of vanilla . Sit on a stool in what five years ago , before her husband John lost his job , used to be Aine ’ s sitting room . Squint your eyes as you are blinded by magenta and teal blue walls . Admire the apple green floor that is so bright you can imagine it would taste sour . Watch the white-haired , kind-eyed grandpa come in with three littles — two blondies whose heads do not meet the top of the stools , and a red-head visiting from Dublin . Chuckle as the children switch from English to Irish and back again and change their flavor choices three times . Their grandpa , who has never left Dingle , smiles as his grandson begs his sister for another bite after he already finished his ice cream . Finish your ice cream and wave to the photograph of 14-year-old Aodahn O ’ Connor and say goodbye like his parents John and Aine did in February this year .
Exit Kool Scoops and take a walk to the end of town , over the bridge with two arches , through the scent of whiskey , and up the big hill . Pass the gas station , turn left and enter the gate of The Dingle Cemetery . Admire the view of Dingle Harbor which divides this hillside from the checkered land once owned by Lord Ventry . Survey the sea of Celtic crosses and hope to find his grave — the one of the son of the proprietors of Kool Scoops . Imagine Aodhan ’ s spirit kicking a football in the grassy section that begs for new residents . Taste a salty tear and wipe the drips from your nose . Ask Aodhan ’ s spirit to lead you to his eternal resting place . Wander amongst the plots marked with headstones and gravel beds which are full of fake and real flowers . Spot an old woman with peach hair carrying a dried Christmas wreath whose needles are falling off in the stiff wind . Smile and look into her green eyes as she introduces herself as Phil Walsh .