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[ Everyone knows Yusuf's place. Of course, it isn't actually Yusuf's place, in that the title and deed aren't in his name, nor does the sign above the shop say anything about the confectioneer inside-- but it is essentially Yusuf's place in every other way that matters. When the owner's wife fell sick, Yusuf took over and slowly made the changes that rocketed the ice cream shop to the most hoppin' place on the block.

With it's pink and white interior and gleaming ice cream bar, the shoppe has a constant stream of people coming and going at all times. Yusuf gets all kinds; from kids running in with their nickles to buy glasses of pop that Yusuf sets on the counter like a prize, to teens buying their sweethearts Yusuf's famous knickerbocker glories (a true sign of being completely head over heels), to parents who want to have a taste of Yusuf's latest creation.

He is a bit of a creative genius and if the decor had brought the crowds, Yusuf's ice cream is what keeps them coming back. All of it is made in-house with the freshest ingredients, and oftentimes right in front of you if you come in at the right time! If ice cream doesn't strike your fancy, he also makes a mean malt, a hoppin hot chocolate, and an assortment of cakes and sweets that are sure to knock your socks off!

Just remember he isn't going to let you get away with any funny business in his parlor-- he's talking to you, Greasers and Lady Birds! He knows who you are! This is a place for good clean fun so keep your hands above the table tops and remember-- THE BATHROOMS ARE NOT CO-ED. ]

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[ It's funny, Haruhi's never been big on sweets but madelines have a subtler quality to them, spongy and not overly sugared, so she accepts, smiling. ] Thanks. [ After chewing a bite - a nibble really, as she could in theory just shove the whole thing into her mouth if she wanted - she casts a dry glance over at the couple that has indeed separated to opposite sides of a table, though the way they're making eyes at each other suggests exactly how long that's going to last. She doesn't shrug but it seems inherent in her expression, as if to note that it's not any of her business but if it was she would roll her eyes. Instead she looks at the flavor assortment again. ] Business looks good. [ It's not politeness for the sake of politeness; Haruhi doesn't really do that. It's just an honest observation in that it must be a good thing for him, and in her tone, she's glad for him.

She's always been of the mind that he seems nice and practical. ]

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Any time, [ Yusuf assures, and they both know that this much is true. Yusuf manages the shop well enough, knows the worth of a nickel and such, as proper businessmen do, but he's also got a soft spot for his repeat customers. The ones that never cause him any trouble, never come in looking to kick the juke box or drop their cigarette butts on the sidewalk outside of his parlor; those are the ones that get the special treatment. The madelines he chalks up to 'lost inventory' and those extra ounces of ice cream he piles on as a top-off. Haruhi is a good kid, always polite if not a bit on the reserved side.

Yusuf gives him a nod. ] Yup, apparently there is some big band in town? Would you happen to know anything about it?