La Copa Loca is one of the most often ignored ice cream places in the city despite its level of quality.  The fact it has never made it on any of the Chronicle’s “Sugar Rails” lists has always blew my mind.  Look, I know what you’re thinking: “Kevin, you’re just being a douchebag.  The salted-caramel goat testicle ice cream at Bi-Rite is clearly the best thing to ever happen to my mouth since braces and Uncle Ricky.”  But really, all I had growing up was bicycles, Big-Y grape soda, rivers, mountains, and fucking ice cream from the Village Green Greenhouse and Ice Cream.  So I know ice cream.  And chrysanthemums.

Anyways, I’ve always dug the fact that you can get two scoops of solid gelato (get the tiramisu!) for $3.25 without waiting in line.  The latest addition of draping waffle cones in paper flags is merely a bonus.