Worst treatment I've ever encountered. Period. Walk in, one young woman is mopping floors and another is cleaning ice cream area behind the counter (it's no where near closing time, btw). Young woman sees us but continues to clean the ice cream area, finishes up, and then asks us if we mind if she takes pictures of the ice cream first. We say no, of course not and make a couple of innocent jokes about not being in the pictures and ruining them, etc. She's not amused. Whatever. I just want ice cream. She makes mine first. Single scoop, cake cone. Zero ice cream down in the cone, one smallish ball of ice cream on top that almost falls off because she's looking over at the drive up window and starts asking the driver, "Do you remember me?" Over and over...listen sweetie, I think he remembers you, he's just not into you. Anyway, not deterred, she beelines over to the drive up window to continue her stroll down memory lane. Meanwhile, my friend is waiting to get served and we're both just standing there dumbstruck. Apparently the conversation at the drive up window is improving, but my friend is getting steamed. I'm a little more docile since I've got my ice cream but my buddy is ready to blow. I don't blame him but I'm in a full blown ice cream trance. Finally, I say, "I'll just leave some money on the counter for mine and let's go." Buddy says hell no because he ain't got his ice cream and that makes a lot of sense to me. Finally, the nice young lady cleaning the floor caught on to what was going on and apologized profusely to us and came back behind the counter to finish our order, apologizing again. Thank you young lady. Just moved here and was excited to see a Baskin Robbins but ain't never coming back here. Sad. read more