Baskin-robbins

In my nation wide travels for milkshakes I have encountered an eclectic array of shops and ice cream savants of all backgrounds. Now baskin Robbins doesn't scream out ostentatious allure...but it does call out to a classic, yet elusive, cotton-candy ice cream lover such as myself. The store was a brightly lit, well kept, and overall nicely organized display. Fully stocked freezer with a variety of cakes, ice cream pizzas, and quarts(6.99 for 1 or 12 for 2) and minimal foot traffic on a Monday evening(did I mention they stay open until 10pm for all us night dwellers to enjoy?). However, what brought me here to share my thoughts with you is the incredible employee who made my visit top-notch. Shawn, the younger gentleman with glasses and black hair was quite possibly the best Baskin Robbins ice cream chef I have ever come across. His scoops could make a magazine cover they were so beautiful. Perfect topping proportion. A charisma that could light up the room(although it's already bright as a mf in there...maybe this is what heaven will look like...) he was polite and accommodating. I have had at least a dozen employees fail to complete my ice cream dream. Shawn made it happen tonight and was a delight all the way through. Get this man a raise! His milkshakes will literally bring all the boys(and girls...or at least this girl🙋🏻‍♀️) to the Westminister Baskin Robbins Yard for another A-grade experience. Thanks for making my magnificent milkshakes Shawn.