Soft serve. At least two glorious flavors of soft serve, in your choice of a cheap cone with the wrapped stuck to it, blended with milk as a shake(yes, he calls them shakes!) or slush cups running the rainbow from red cherry to violet grape and all OYGBI in between. A van-choc swirl runs a paltry $ 2, or you can roll it in Oreos for an extra 50¢. No mochi or kiwi. No burnt caramel or lemongrass wisps. Just old fashioned, from-the-incredibly-loud-robot soft serve, swirled by a guy who doesn’t acknowledge you, doesn’t tell you the total and doesn’t thank you. We forget, food trucks have been around for a long time, and for this throwback, its retro anticulture adds to the experience. 3.5 stars.