There is a reason that the happy hippies of Berkeley are so stinking happy. Ice cream. All the time. A lot of it. Every other store is that of ice cream. And I like it. Oh, what is that up there, you ask? Oh, nothing. Just some cheesecake, peanut butter, dutch chocolate and vanilla wafer frozen yogurt with cinnamon toast crunch, brownie bites, mango and Strawberries. And now I am very happy, and perhaps a bit hippie, as well.