Farrell’s, the funnest ice cream parlor in the world, is back!

by Sandra Foyt on July 11, 2012

in Food Adventures

Anyone who knows me well has heard me mention Farrell’s at least once or twenty times. It’s been a few decades since my all-time favorite birthday party ever, but when I hit that most important of birthdays – the big double-digit, ten-years-old – there was no question what I would do to celebrate.

I invited a pack of girlfriends for an ice skating session at Tyson’s Corner in Mclean,Virginia (where we lived for two splendid years,) followed by tackling Farrell’s Zoo, an ice cream concoction guaranteed to strike fear in any slumber party mom’s heart. “So HUGE, it takes two strong servers to deliver it to your table. Their knees sag under four flavors of ice cream. Three fruit flavor sherbets. Four delicious toppings, whipped cream, cherries, and bananas.”

Even with the voracious appetites of ten-year-olds after two hours of ice skating like fiends, we still couldn’t finish the zoo. And since Farrell’s eventually closed its restaurants, prospects weren’t good for trying again.

That is until, oh most wonderful of days, Farrell’s returned with new locations in California and Hawaii. So, after a day of fasting, I arrived with a hearty appetite, confident that no ice cream sundae could undo me now. Boy, was I wrong.

Dignity goes out the door quickly at Farrell’s. In between the many birthday party songs – seems like almost every table earned their FREE birthday sundae today – a balloon man goes around making fantastical creations for anyone daring enough to flaunt them.

Some chose sweet little balloon creatures.

Farrell's Balloon Baby


Others wore their balloon hats proudly.

And one lovely lady donned a tiara to ring in her 21st Birthday.

Meanwhile, we quickly downed  light sandwiches in anticipation of the main event. But with our small party, we didn’t even attempt the Zoo. No, we were practically healthful ordering an Oreo Bliss for my son, a Gold Rush for me, and  the Pig’s Trough for Diane.

Try as we might, we hadn’t built up the stamina for this much ice cream. And so, when our server honored Diane with a blue ribbon congratulating her on “making a pig of herself,” even though there was at least a scoop of ice cream left, we felt guilty taking it home. No doubt about it, we were wimps.

And we still had to pass the candy store  – where I was happy to see that they haven’t forgotten to stock a full selection of jawbreakers, always my favorite Farrell’s souvenir.

Find It!

Farrell’s Ice Cream Parlor Restaurants
215 S Brea Blvd
Brea, CA 92821
714-990-4FUN (386)
Website: www.farrellsusa.com
Locations in California and Hawaii.

| Sandra Foyt is a storyteller, photographer, and road trip junkie. A veteran of six cross-country road trips, she drove Route 66, the Lincoln Highway, the fossil freeway, the extraterrestrial highway, and even “the loneliest road in America.” Find her on GetawayMavens.com, an award-winning destination guide to extraordinary travel in and from Northeast USA, on her portfolio site at SandraFoyt.com, and in freelance gigs on Family Travel 411, Minitime, Huffington Post, and Matador Network. Email: sandrafoyt@albanykid.com, Twitter @SandraFoyt.

Steve July 12, 2012 at 6:31 pm

OK, next time you’re going to Farrell’s, call me. I’ll bring my boy. Believe me, with the two of us around, you won’t need to feel guilty about taking anything home. Maybe we’ll have a pig’s trough for dessert!
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Sandra Foyt July 13, 2012 at 12:40 am

Steve, with you around, I’d order nothing less than the Zoo.

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