Chupacabra Ice Cream

Chupacabra Ice Cream is as much a gas station as it is ice cream shop, more so, really. The mini-mart is mini indeed, but you could still wander for quite a while before realizing there really is ice cream to be had. It's a narrow case tucked in the back, and you could change your mind and order a sandwich instead, though you can't see where there's any room in this tight space to make one. There is no goat flavored ice cream, no ribbons of strawberry swirl called blood, nothing at all to link Chupacabra ice cream to the goatsuckers reported in tabloids. Which, I think we can all agree, may be just as well. But if there is no cryptozoological thrill to the ice cream itself, my scoops had the familiar summer flavor of cheap cookies and cream, it's still nice to live in a neighborhood with a little imagination. The ice cream isn't really the point in the end; the bright signs on the corner are quite enough.