Today we passed around the Christmas presents we had bought for each other. My parents liked their frame and we got a few things from them. Andy gave us a copy of Family Guy season 3, and a WPT plug-in game along with a poker mag he probably bought at the airport, read and threw in the bag. No matter. We plugged in the WPT game and played some good old fashioned hold ‘em. Debbie went out very fast and Andy and I were the last two. I lost out when he hit a lucky straight on the river.
Dad had wanted to take us to a pizza joint in Ypsi so we moved the car seat to the Escalade and all squeezed in. I had to sit forward in the back seat so my mom could also fit. It was a somewhat tight squeeze but all 6 of us made it. Dad took 23 down to Washtenaw and then drove down to Historic DepotTown in Ypsilanti. Along the way we had passed the old Putt-Putt which was something else now and made reference to the Super Saturday talks from the day before.
The joint Dad took us to was called Aubree’s and it was housed in a brick building which was on the National Historic Register having been built in 1870. Apparently Dad wanted to split a couple of calzone’s but I thought he wanted pizza and put in an order for a spiniach and artichoke pizza and a pizza with pepperoni, mushroom and sundried tomatoes. We also ordered 10 buffalo wings. The pizza was really good - not Pizza Popalis good - but good enough that I’d like to go back.

Afterwards I started a discussion about heading to The Parlour in Jackson after lunch. I didn’t think Mom and Dad wanted to come but I invited them along. They decided to accept this and rather than drive home and splitting into two cars Dad decided to just go from here. He took 23 to 14 to 94 and 40 minutes or so later we were there after a few turns.
The Parlour in Jackson, Michigan is an landmark ice cream joint that I used to go to all the time as a kid. My parents and I would usually stop by anytime we were near the Jackson Mall and I remember parents of friends taking me when I hung out with them. This would mark the 3rd time I had been there since 1983, the first being in 1998 when we stopped by after a trip to the Birch Run Outlet Mall, the second being last year after Andy’s blowout with mom after he told her he was married with 3 kids. This was the first time we had the whole family there again +2.
Last year I went a bit overboard and ordered 2 sundaes - so excited I was to be there. It was a huge mistake as I had just eatne a large Zingerman’s lunch and the ice cream scoops at The Parlous are HUGE. This time i scaled back and got 2 of the kiddie sundae’s i used to get as a kid. Nicknamed the ‘Dynamic Duo’, this sundae featured a scoop of ‘blue Batman’ icecream, a topping, whipped cream and a cherry. Sadly the waitress told me they were out of blue Batman ice cream. What to do now? I scanned the menu and substituted Superman ice cream for once and french vanilla for the other. Then she asked me which toppings went on which (I randomly ordered butterscotch and strawberry). I told her it didn’t matter.

Our sundaes came out 5 minutes later. During the time between the order and the sundae presentation I read an article on the wall about how The Parlour actually closed for a few months back in 2002 because the owners were sick of running it long distance. This created an outcry in the community and investors lined up to buy it. One man stepped up and bought it, made a ton of renovations and reopened it to the delight of the community. I don’t recall the guy’s name but his age stood out for me. He was only 24 at the time. I started thinking about how cool it would be to buy something historic like that and make it even better.
Even through the sundae’s were smaller I still had trouble finishing. My mom picked up the bill but not before questioning why there were 6 sundaes on it instead of the 5 people who were eating ice cream. Dad explained to her that I ordered 2.

Before heading back home Dad drove the Escalade up to 4773 Bavarian Drive to get a glance at the old house. This turned out to be a slight mistake as Lillian had hit her afternoon car time limit and cried all the way home.
It was now about 5pm and Dad had planned to take us to dinner at a Korean place at 6pm. None of us were close to hungry by now and not wanting to stress the baby we decided to eat a Chinese hot pot for dinner. This was all set up after Lillian was bathed and put to bed. Mom ended up putting chicken, fish, beef, tofu, pork rinds, greens, fish balls, squid and white radish into the boiling broth.
After dinner we chilled out by playing more WPT Hold ‘Em, and alternating between watching the ball drop and watching a tape of the 1989 NLCS that I dug up between the Cubs and Giants. We made remarks about how bad Dick Clark looked and sounded and felt bad for the guy.