My ESL working class mom would take me to Culver’s for a custard treat when I was a kid and everyone was nice and normal. Eternal imagined victimhood is such a tiresome way to live.
I ate two bites of my kid's cheeseburger at a Culver's in black river falls and told him they ran out of ice cream. Mostly just wanted to leave bc I was on the verge of a anxiety attack...to many old white people who didn't think we spoke english