Rainbow Cone At the Park Grill Cafe

Sad to report that the Rainbow Cone is no longer available at the Park Grill Café. Went there this evening and was told they haven’t had it in quite awhile. Looks like we’ll have to wait for the Taste or drive to Beverly.

I’ve never actually been to their shop. I got a chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream cone from their booth at the Taste last year, and I’m still thinking about it. It was expensive (I think 8 or 10 tickets) but worth it. It was HUGE and lasted me at least 10 – 15 minutes. And it tasted amazing.

That awkward moment when you realize there is something better than what you just ordered, but it’s too late to fix it since you’ve already gotten served.
Well, almost too late. Thank goodness for husbands who save the day, else I would have been truly devastated. Allow me to explain.
With some out-​of-​towners in tow, we were on the hunt for what was becoming an elusive Original Rainbow Cone in Millenium Park. Five layers of ice cream, including the cherry-​nut Palmer House, chocolate, pistachio, strawberry, topped with a delightful orange sherbet — it became our mission to secure a cone. I knew it existed — or at it must have at one point — but it was nowhere to be found. We finally came across a little carryout spot just a few steps from the Park Grill Café’s dining area. Our beaming smiles quickly faltered upon scanning the menu and realizing that there was no Rainbow Cone listed. Complete and utter disappointment ensued. However, as it was a hot day and we already had our hearts set on ice cream — we decided to grab some plain ol’ cones anyways.
I stepped up to the plate first, ordering a relatively tame single scoop of coffee ice cream. Why I didn’t inquire about the Rainbow Cones beforehand is beyond me, but I decided that this moment — puny single scoop cone already in hand — was the right time to do so. The conversation went something like this:
«Do you know where I could get a rainbow cone? … Oh, you have them here?» As I stare down at the won’t-satisfy-me-now cone that I just ordered, then back up at the lady behind the counter, then at my cone again, then at my hubby… until a solution presented itself. Being the wonderful guy that he is, or he quite possibly could foresee the sulking that would soon follow if I missed out on enjoying five-​layered ice cream, he took my reject cone. I’m pretty sure I started talking before I fully passed it to him:
«I’ll have a Rainbow Cone please!» [grinning from ear to ear].