Passing through Pine on a dusty summer afternoon, we stumbled into the Gingerbread House and found ourselves wrapped in nostalgia. This isn’t just an ice cream shop—it’s a memory-maker.
We tried the lemon creamcicle and pistachio, and both were perfection. The lemon was bright and creamy, like childhood summers bottled into a scoop. The pistachio had that earthy, mellow richness that makes you slow down and savor.
The place itself feels like a storybook cottage—quirky, welcoming, and full of character. You can tell the owners care deeply about what they do. Every flavor feels handcrafted, and the vibe is pure Arizona charm.
Whether you’re hauling gear up north or just meandering through Rim Country, this is the kind of place that turns a pit stop into a highlight. It’s the kind of spot you tell friends about, the kind you remember years later when the heat hits and you crave something sweet and grounding.
Don’t just pass through—pause here. Let the ice cream melt a little. Let the moment linger.“
“A Sweet Stop That Sticks With You
Passing through Pine on a dusty summer afternoon, we stumbled into the Gingerbread House and found ourselves wrapped in nostalgia. This isn’t just an ice cream shop—it’s a memory-maker.
We tried the lemon creamcicle and pistachio, and both were perfection. The lemon was bright and creamy, like childhood summers bottled into a scoop. The pistachio had that earthy, mellow richness that makes you slow down and savor.
The place itself feels like a storybook cottage—quirky, welcoming, and full of character. You can tell the owners care deeply about what they do. Every flavor feels handcrafted, and the vibe is pure Arizona charm.
Whether you’re hauling gear up north or just meandering through Rim Country, this is the kind of place that turns a pit stop into a highlight. It’s the kind of spot you tell friends about, the kind you remember years later when the heat hits and you crave something sweet and grounding.
Don’t just pass through—pause here. Let the ice cream melt a little. Let the moment linger.“