My mother once had a townhouse only five minutes from the White Rock beach. On the corner of Vidal Street and Marine Drive is a great place called White Mountain Ice Cream. Nice thing about this place, besides the ice-cream, is that it's open year around. If it was freezing outside, you could get yourself a delicious hot chocolate or a coffee (brewed or cappucino--whatever your desire).
No matter what the time of year, you could also order ice-cream, as I'm sure you got from the title of this posting. In the winter, of course, there would be fewer choices, but still a fair variety.
Jason and I, almost from the time we got off of the plane, absolutely had to go to the seaside and we had to, as my loving husband used to tease me about, go to White Mountain Ice Cream. Of course, we also had to go in the early morning pretty much as soon as we got up. Any excuse was a great excuse to go to White Mountain Ice Cream.
Being in land-locked Alberta, Jason and I would be desperate to be near the ocean as soon as we could. Mum would often laugh as, even when it would be pouring rain, mixed with snow, we'd wrap ourselves in layers topped with a raincoat and head to the pier and then White Mountain (or vice versa). Most often, we headed to White Mountain first, picked up our ice-cream or coffee, went down to the pier, fiound our favourite bench, and then sat and inhaled the sea air as if we'd never smell it again. We'd listen to the chatter of both the gulls and the people who would go out onto the pier.
After Jason's death, I made a pilgrimage--yes, as far as I'm concerned, eating ice-cream is a spiritual experience--I laughed as I saw on the board "Chocolate Monkey". I truly had never seen the flavour there before but I had to have it. I'm such a chocoholic that Jason would tell me it was time "...to get the chocolate monkey off my back". It was absolutely delicious!