Apparently my paternal grandfather was the same way with ice cream at HoJos. Both dad and grandma used to tell the story about how every time they’d go out to dinner at HoJos they’d always get ice cream at the end of the meal. And grampa wuld always make the waitress tell him what flavors they had then order the chocolate. Everyone knew, even the waitress from the sounds of the story, that he was going to order chocolate ice cream before they even ordered their meal. Yet he always had them recite what the flavors were.
Apparently my paternal grandfather was the same way with ice cream at HoJos. Both dad and grandma used to tell the story about how every time they’d go out to dinner at HoJos they’d always get ice cream at the end of the meal. And grampa wuld always make the waitress tell him what flavors they had then order the chocolate. Everyone knew, even the waitress from the sounds of the story, that he was going to order chocolate ice cream before they even ordered their meal. Yet he always had them recite what the flavors were.