“Frostee, frosty, swirl it up tall, a cool little shack where the tall pines call. Burgers get sizzling, baskets get filled, fries come flying fresh from the grill.
Shake it, swirl it, soft-serve spin, chocolate or vanilla, let the sweet tooth win. After dusty trails and a Sierra-day roam, this little mountain joint feels right at home.
Nothing too fancy, nothing too neat, just good old-fashioned roadside eats. Grab a burger, lick that cone, then wander where the pine winds moan.
Graeagle may be little, but the mountains are mighty, and nothing cools a wandering fool quite like something Frostee.
“Frostee, frosty, swirl it up tall,
a cool little shack where the tall pines call.
Burgers get sizzling, baskets get filled,
fries come flying fresh from the grill.
Shake it, swirl it, soft-serve spin,
chocolate or vanilla, let the sweet tooth win.
After dusty trails and a Sierra-day roam,
this little mountain joint feels right at home.
Nothing too fancy, nothing too neat,
just good old-fashioned roadside eats.
Grab a burger, lick that cone,
then wander where the pine winds moan.
Graeagle may be little, but the mountains are mighty,
and nothing cools a wandering fool
quite like something Frostee.
Peace. Piece. Peas.
Mr E. And Justin Thyme“