When I tell people not from the east coast that I grew up in Connecticut, this is usually what they picture (which is not really true, re: my life at least, but apparently a few miles away it is). We went to Newtown today for the “best ice cream in Connecticut” (probably true, it was delicious). I never realized how close it was to where I’d lived? Very weird. Also the cows that they make the ice cream from (so to speak) live on this farm??? Take that, midwest.