UPDATE: I think it's time for my Black Cow story.
I had moved to DC not that long before, and went with my new roommates for lunch at Pizzeria Unos, which had recently opened and was a sorry excuse for the real restaurant in Chicago. Anyway, the waitress came up and here's what happened.
Waitress: Hi what would you like to drink?
John: Well, what kind of pop do you have? (It's possible I asked her what kind of coke she had, it's all a bit fuzzy after 25 years.)
Waitress: Pop? Oh you mean soda!
John (who had planned on getting a coke): Soda? Oh that's a good idea! Can I have a black cow?
Waitress: Huh?
John: You know, coke and ice cream.
Waitress: Oh you mean a float.
