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Then we would poke at the ice cream with our straws until it dislodged from the sides of the glass and floated to the surface.
Spoon a scoop or two of vanilla ice cream into a tall glass. Slowly pour root beer into the glass, allowing the foam to rise and then recede before adding more root beer.
Serve with straws and spoons.
I do. I must have been around 7 years old and we were visiting my grandparents in Phoenix, in the summer.
Have you ever been to Arizona in the summer? Must be why I find Sacramento so tolerable. Let's just say it's hot.
I still remember all of us greedy kids, still in our swim suits, having been cooling off in the pool all day, lined up in the kitchen, wide eyed as we watched my father scoop ice cream into tall glasses, and then slowly pour root beer over them.