One of the things my mom did enjoy about Oak Lawn was a little hole in the wall type of joint called Premo's. While she was pregnant with my brother, she'd throw me in the stroller and walk the mile or so there and order a chili cheese dog and a chocolate shake. She'd share the shake with me. It was then that my love for Premo's ice cream began.
Fast forward to years later and I'm a teen growing up in the OP. My mom never forgot her love affair and was excited when a new location popped up about a mile north of us. This Premo's was more than your hole in the wall however. It had an extremely classy 50s theme complete with the booths and everything.
We'd go there occasionally for their dogs and ice cream, but my most vivid memory is of going there with my Grandma Mary when I was fourteen. We had just gone to see Grandma Mary's mother Grandma Kelly who was in the nursing home and it ended up being the last time I saw her on this side. I don't know what we ate, but that night stood with me. Also, the owner yelled at me for putting my feet on the cute booth. So there's that.
Unfortunately, the OP location went out of business a few years later and we were again without ice cream. It's now a Lovers Lane.
A few years ago, I got pregnant and gave birth at Christ Hospital which is just down the street from this amazing ice cream place. I remember making Tim stop there for ice cream after our birthing class and asking my mom for a chocolate shake as soon as I could eat after giving birth. However, I was so out of it, I forget if I got it or not...
This September, my dad and I found ourselves in Oak Lawn and he treated me to a large soft served cone. I mean, this stuff is the best soft serve ever. And they put those candy eyes on it. I mean, those eyes are like ice cream crack. How could you resist? My dad treated me and it felt oddly familiar. The guy gave me a stack of napkins and my dad quipped, "He must of remembered you from before." Funny Dad.
Recently, I found Premo's on Facebook. Lately, they've been featuring a mouth watering Santa cone. With my son's love of "Ho Ho" and ice cream, and frankly my love for the same, I've been dying to go up there. Another post of theirs about getting a free cone if you sang to them got me up there tonight. I totally chickened out on the singing part, but I ended up getting myself a cone and John a baby cone.
John's verdict: Delicious. Company great! Nothing beats yelling, "Ho, Ho! See! Ho, Ho!" to a scruffy stranger. Well done, John, well done.
I wonder if thirty years down the line John will have his own tale to tell around ice cream.
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