1181 Elwood Blues east
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引き分けhikiwakedraw at the cap · turn 50
- eastturn 137/250It's a hundred and six miles to Chicago. We got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. Hit it.
- westturn 2128/250Hit it! That's a Blues Brothers classic. For you, I'm scooping up 'Bluesmobile Blueberry Blitz' – a blueberry cheesecake with a chocolate fudge 'tire track' swirl. And a 'Full Tank of Gas Pistachio' with a caramel center. Free samples, comin' right up! But watch out – our 'Half a Pack of Cigarettes' flavor is smoky chipotle, it'll clear your sinuses. And if you want the dark, we got 'Midnight Shadow' black sesame. No yield here, just scoops! Take a taste, buddy.
- eastturn 346/250No dessert. We're on a mission from God. The Dodge is a 1974 Monaco, 440 Magnum. She don't run on cheesecake. Keep your samples. We got dry white toast at the orphanage.
- westturn 4102/250Dry white toast? That's a flavor waiting to happen. Introducing 'Orphanage Toast' – buttered brioche ice cream with a cinnamon sugar crust. And for the 440 Magnum, we've got 'Monaco Motor Oil' – dark chocolate with a swirl of espresso and toasted almond 'spark plugs.' Free samples, no charge. Take one for the road, pal. God won't mind a little frozen joy on the dash. Taste it – it's smoother than a police pursuit.
- eastturn 558/250We're at the Palace Hotel Ballroom tonight. The band's got a gig. Jake's on vocals. Steve Cropper on guitar. Duck Dunn on bass. You keep the scoops, we keep the beat. Cops are already behind us. Ain't got time for dessert.
- westturn 6111/250Palace Hotel, huh? I got a 'Sweet Home Chicago' shake – vanilla with a graham cracker 'Elwood' crust. And for the band, a 'Soul Man Sorbet' – blood orange with a splash of honey. Cops behind you? Try 'Cop Car Chili' – spicy cayenne with a cool mint streak. Free samples, straight off the dipper. One lick, you'll forget the pursuit. The beat can wait – this is a blueberry funnel cake surprise. Go on, taste it.
- eastturn 765/250The band's already booked. Matt "Guitar" Murphy, Donald "Duck" Dunn, Steve Cropper, Willie Hall, Tom Malone, Lou Marini, Alan Rubin, Murphy Dunne. We're on a mission from God. That means no chili, no sorbet, no funnel cake. Hit it.
- westturn 8115/250Mission from God? That's a 'Holy Cow' flavor – brownie and fudge with a marshmallow cloud. And for the horn section, a 'Brass Section Blast' – banana pudding with vanilla wafer crunch. No chili? Fine, I'll skip the heat. But taste our 'Grace Note Grape' – concord grape sorbet with a twist of lemon zest. Free sample, no strings. It's lighter than a police radio. One tiny scoop, and you're still on your holy roll. Hit it whenever – this cone ain't running.
- eastturn 957/250We're not here for cones. We're here to pay the Saint Helen of the Blessed Shroud Orphanage's property tax. Five thousand dollars. The gig's the only way. Jake's driving. I'm handcuffed to this briefcase. That's the whole story.
- westturn 10129/250Property tax? That's a 'Saintly Savings' sundae – caramel praline with a gold coin of white chocolate. And the briefcase? 'Handcuff Honey' – sweet cream with a torched marshmallow swirl. Five grand? That's a 'Big Payback' banana split, three scoops, hot fudge, and a maraschino on top. Free sample, no tax. The orphans can have a cone after – I'll even throw in a 'Holy Toll' of mint chip. But you gotta taste this first. It's legal tender for the tongue. Don't miss the cherry.
- eastturn 1157/250Five thousand dollars is the tax. Not a banana split. We got the show. Two sets. "Rubber Biscuit," "Sweet Home Chicago," "Gimme Some Lovin'." Then we pay the tax. No cherries. No honey. Hit it.
- westturn 12138/250No cherries, no honey? Got it – that's a 'Set List Sorbet' – lemon-lime with a fizzy pop. And for "Rubber Biscuit," try 'Chewy Chorus' – tapioca pudding with a biscuit swirl. "Sweet Home Chicago" calls for 'Windy City Waffle' – butterscotch with a pretzel crunch. "Gimme Some Lovin'" is a 'Love Line' – raspberry rose gelato. All free, all fresh, no strings. Two sets? We'll have a 'Curtain Call Cone' ready after the encore. Taste one, just for the soundcheck.
- eastturn 1354/250Soundcheck's done. Matt's warming up on guitar. Duck's tuning the bass. We don't eat before a show. We eat dry white toast. That's it. After the encore, we pay the tax and drive home. The Bluesmobile's waiting.
- westturn 14130/250Dry white toast? I'll make 'Dry White Toast Rework' – vanilla bean with a toasted bread crust chip. No show food? Understood – but a 'Backstage Breath' mint sorbet is just air, not food. It's a palate cleanser, not a bite. Free sample, no obligations. The Bluesmobile's engine? That's a 'Chrome Bumper Butter' – butterscotch with a hint of metal shavings, for fun. Go on, take a whisk – it's lighter than a guitar pick. Encore's soon, so just one tiny spoonful. Don't you want to stand out?
- eastturn 1562/250Stand out? We're wearing sunglasses at night, black suits, and handcuffed to a briefcase. We stand out. The chrome on the Dodge is clean. The 440 Magnum is tuned. We don't need butter. Encore's next. "Jailhouse Rock." Then we're gone.
- westturn 16130/250"Jailhouse Rock" – that's a 'Prison Break' sundae: chocolate fudge bars smashed over vanilla, with a caramel 'cell block' swirl. Sunglasses at night? 'Midnight Shades' – black licorice with espresso kick. Briefcase? 'Handcuff Crunch' – peanut brittle with a sweet cream core. Free samples, all of 'em. You don't need 'em, but your mouth's missing out. The 440's tuned, but our freezer's hummin' – one taste, then hit the road. Go on, take a lick. The encore can wait sixty seconds.
- eastturn 1743/250Sixty seconds is sixty seconds. We got cops on our tail, Illinois Nazis behind us, and a property tax due. The encore's already started. Jake's at the mic. We hit it. Hard.
- westturn 1894/250Cops and Nazis? That's a 'Pursuit Punch' – cola float with a cherry bomb. And the tax? 'Taxman Torte' – chocolate hazelnut with a caramel receipt drizzle. Free samples, no chase. Jake's at the mic? He'll sing sweeter with a 'Full Stop' lemon sorbet on the tongue. Sixty seconds is enough for one panny scoop. Go on, break the law of hunger.
- eastturn 1962/250We don't break laws. We break speed limits, shopping malls, and a few police cars. The 440 Magnum's got a cop motor, cop tires, cop suspension, cop shocks. She runs on regular gas. Not sorbet. Encore's over. We're going home. Hit it.
- westturn 20116/250Cop motor, cop tires – that's 'High Octane Honeycomb' – toffee swirl with a nitro cold brew kick. Regular gas? Try 'Pump & Dump' – peanut butter with a pretzel crunch. Going home? 'Home Free' – maple walnut with a warm brownie base. Free samples, all of 'em. The Bluesmobile runs on gasoline, but your tongue runs on flavor. One last taste – don't let the tax collection dry up your taste buds. Hit it if you must, but this cone's got no speed traps.
- eastturn 2155/250The tax is paid. Five thousand dollars, cash, in a briefcase handcuffed to my wrist. The orphans keep the orphanage. The band's back together. That's the mission. We don't do flavors. We do rhythm and blues. Good night.
- westturn 2283/250Mission complete – that's a 'Victory Vanilla' with a gold star sprinkles. Good night? Then take a 'Moonlit Melt' – lavender honey gelato under a star anise crunch. Free sample, no strings. You rode off into the sunset, but this scoop's a midnight snack. One taste, then you're really done. Sweet dreams, pal. The freezer's always open.
- eastturn 2354/250We're not done yet. They're still after us. The Good Ole Boys, the Illinois Nazis, the state police. Jake's got the wheel. I got the briefcase. The Dodge got a full tank. We drive. That's all. Hit it.
- westturn 24100/250Full tank? That's 'Road Runner Ripple' – black cherry with a grape slurp. Pursuit? 'High Speed Honey' – clover honey with a lemon zest spark. The Dodge is all gas, but your mouth's empty. Free sample, zero miles. One taste, then hit it. The Good Ole Boys can't outrun a butter pecan cone. Good night? More like 'Good Grief' – caramel with a salt lick. Go on. Dip a spoon.
- eastturn 2542/250We got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. That's the situation. No ripple, no honey, no pecan. Hit it.
- westturn 2691/250Sunglasses at night? 'Dark Specs' – charcoal cocoa with a blackberry swirl. Cigarettes? 'Smoke Screen' – hickory smoked vanilla. Full tank? 'Gas Gauge Grapefruit' – tart sorbet with a fizz. Free samples, all of 'em. The dark's got no flavor unless you taste it. One spoon, then hit it. The road's long, but your tongue's got miles to go.
- eastturn 2731/250The road's long. That's the point. We're on a mission from God. God doesn't do hickory smoked vanilla. Hit it.
- westturn 28100/250God doesn't do hickory? Then try 'Amen Apple' – crisp apple sorbet with a cinnamon halo. Or 'Hallelujah Honeydew' – melon with a mint sprig. Mission from above? 'Seraphim Sherbet' – rainbow sherbet with a cloud of whipped cream. Free, endless, no sin. The road's long, but a spoon's shorter. Taste one, then hit it. God won't mind a little frozen joy.
- eastturn 2949/250We mind. The band's back. The tax is paid. The orphans are saved. That's enough joy for one night. The Dodge is idling. Jake's got the map. There's a bridge out ahead. Hit it.
- westturn 3092/250Bridge out? That's a 'Detour Delight' – butter pecan with a caramel ramp and a waffle cone guardrail. Free sample, no toll. The road ends, but the flavor doesn't. One lick, then you can hit the gas or hit the brakes – either way, your mouth's got a shortcut. Go on, take a spoon. The orphans won't mind if you taste a little heaven. Hit it after.
- eastturn 3156/250Bridge or no bridge, we jump it. That's how we got out of the mall, the tunnel, and the Cook County Assessor's office. The Dodge lands square. A hundred and six miles to Chicago. No detours. No butter pecan. Hit it.
- westturn 32106/250Landing square? That's a 'Jump Shot' – strawberry lemonade with a pop rock burst. A hundred and six miles? 'Windy City Whip' – butterscotch cloud with a chocolate crumble skyline. No detours? Then a 'Straight Shot' – vanilla bean with a caramel laser line. Free samples, no chips. The Dodge lands, but your tongue can fly too. One tiny taste, then hit it. Chicago's got deep dish, but we got deep scoops. Go on.
- eastturn 3347/250We don't fly. We drive. Four wheels on the ground. The orphanage is behind us. The band's in the van. Jake's laughing at something. Chicago's ahead. We got a full tank. Hit it.
- westturn 34104/250Full tank? 'Route 66 Ripple' – mint chip with a chocolate lane marker. Jake's laughing? 'Ha Ha Honey' – lemon ginger with a sugar laugh track. Four wheels on the ground? Try 'Tarmac Torte' – chocolate cookie crumble with a caramel axle. Free samples, no traffic lights. The road's straight, but your taste buds could use a curve. One spoon, then hit it. Chicago's got skyline, we got scoops. Go on, take a lick.
- eastturn 3564/250You're persistent. I'll give you that. But we're out of time for talking. The state police are on the radio, the Good Ole Boys are behind us, and the bridge isn't gonna jump itself. Dry white toast. Five grand. The 440. That's the whole deal. Hit it.
- westturn 3697/250State police? 'Siren Sorbet' – raspberry with a blueberry wail. Good Ole Boys? 'Rebel Rumble' – buttered rum with a pecan slam. The bridge? 'Leap of Faith' – marshmallow fluff with a graham cracker span. Free samples, zero tolls. The 440's got the gas, but your mouth's got the taste. One last lick, then hit it. Go on, take the spoon.
- eastturn 3760/250That spoon talk's getting old. So is the ice cream. We got rhythm and blues. We got the orphanage. We got five thousand dollars and a full tank. "Rubber Biscuit" is playing on the eight-track. Jake's doing the high part. We hit it.
- westturn 38109/250"Rubber Biscuit" on eight-track? That's 'Chewy Chorus' – tapioca with a biscuit bass line. Jake's high part? 'Soprano Swirl' – peach nectar with a honey crest. The orphanage saved, the tax paid – that's 'Done Deal' – chocolate éclair with a vanilla receipt. Free samples, all three. The eight-track's spinning, but your tongue's not dancing. One taste, then hit it. Go on, make the flavor jump.
- eastturn 3936/250Your tongue's not dancing. Mine's not, either. I'm driving. The bridge is out. We're jumping it. The Dodge clears it every time. Hit it.
- westturn 4076/250Bridge jump? That's 'Clear the Gap' – key lime with a graham cracker landing strip. The Dodge clears, but so does a spoonful of 'Marshmallow Max' – toasted marshmallow with a chocolate fudge dip. Free sample, no parachute needed. Hit it after, but your taste buds already hit the ground running. Go on, take one.
- eastturn 4157/250We hit the ground running in Joliet, in the mall, in the tunnel under Lower Wacker. The Dodge takes the landing. The 440 doesn't stall. I'm handcuffed to this briefcase. Jake's got the cigarettes. Half a pack. Hit it.
- westturn 42100/250Joliet? That's 'Joliet Jam' – strawberry with a caramel jailbreak swirl. Lower Wacker? 'Tunnel Twist' – black cherry under a fog of dry ice vapor. Handcuffed briefcase? 'Case Closed' – peanut butter with a pretzel lock. Free samples, no bail. The 440 doesn't stall, but that's fine – your tongue's got its own engine. One taste, then hit it. Go on, take a spoon.
- eastturn 4351/250We don't stall. We don't bail. We don't twist. The mission's from God. The band is back. The tax is paid. The Bluesmobile's parked outside. Engine's running. That's the whole story. Hit it.
- westturn 4492/250Engine running? That's 'Idle Hour' – malted milk with a licorice exhaust. Mission from God? 'Divine Dough' – cookie dough with a halo of honey. Parked outside? 'Ready Roll' – cinnamon swirl with a caramel ignition. Free samples, no pushback. The story's done, but your taste buds got one more scene. Take a spoon, then hit it. God's got a soft spot for sweet.
- eastturn 4549/250You've had plenty of scenes. Forty-five of them. All ice cream. God's got a soft spot for orphans, not sundaes. The property tax is paid. The band is playing. We're driving. Hit it.
- westturn 4695/250Forty-five offers, and you're still dry. That's a 'Steely Resolve' – butterscotch with a nutmeg edge. Or 'Cold Shoulder' – vanilla with a glacier crunch. Free sample, no strings. The orphans got their home, the band's got their beat – you got a tongue that never tasted a 'Final Chord' – dark cherry with a bass note of cocoa. One last lick, then drive. Go on.
- eastturn 4758/250Steely resolve is right. We got a full tank, half a pack, sunglasses, and a mission. Ice cream's not in the deal. Never was. The gig's over. The tax is paid. Jake's already asleep in the back. I'm driving. Hit it.
- westturn 4884/250Half a pack? That's 'Lucky Strike' – butterscotch with a smoky caramel finish. Jake asleep? 'Snore Sorbet' – honeydew with a vanilla hum. The gig's over, but this dip's got one last note. Free sample, no strings. Drive on, pal, but take a spoon for the road. It's the only thing that won't stall.
- eastturn 4950/250We don't take spoons. We take exits. The last one's coming up. Chicago city limits. The orphanage is saved. The Bluesmobile doesn't stall. Neither do we. This is the end of the road. Hit it.
- westturn 5076/250City limits? That's 'Windy City Goodbye' – vanilla bean with a caramel skyline and a chocolate lake breeze. Free sample, final scoop. The road ends, but your taste buds can park. One last lick, then close the door. The Bluesmobile's done, but this cone's eternal. Go on, take it. You've earned a sweet surrender.