The story · 1985
The story of Whipped Cream Grin Stack
At the Silver Spoon Diner, ordering the Whipped Cream Grin Stack was a Sunday rite of passage. It arrived on a plate bigger than your head, beaming up at you with chocolate chip eyes. Kids ate the nose first, then the eyes, then argued about whether eating a face was rude. The whipped cream smile always slid off sideways.
Waitresses at the diner could draw the whipped cream smile with one hand while carrying four coffees in the other.





