#Soft Serve Ice Cream Machine repair

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Avoid Meltdowns: Pro Tips for Extending Your Soft Serve Machine's Lifespan

Soft serve ice cream machines are essential for many dessert businesses, producing creamy treats that customers love. However, these machines need proper care to last long and work efficiently. Skipping maintenance can lead to costly repairs and downtime. Follow these expert tips to keep your machine in top shape.

Read more: https://icemachinemaintenance.blogspot.com/2025/01/avoid-meltdowns-pro-tips-for-extending.html

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The soft-serve machines at McDonald's restaurants are so often out of order that their reliable unreliability have long been the butt of jokes, memes — and now even a rallying cry in this year’s presidential race. The widespread issue has even spurred the creation of McBroken, an online tracker for broken machines across the U.S. A new exemption to a copyright law could pave the way for quicker repairs to the machines, sweetening the McFlurry maker's sour reputation. Before this week, most of the McDonald's ice cream makers could only be fixed through the machine’s manufacturer. The Digital Millennium Copyright Act, which protects the code embedded in the ice cream machines, made it illegal for third parties, like McDonald’s employees and franchisee owners, to break the digital locks installed by manufacturers. The new rule, which went into effect on Monday, allows outside vendors to fix “retail-level commercial food preparation equipment.” That includes McDonald’s ice cream machines, as 404 media journalist Jason Koebler explained to NPR’s Weekend Edition. It’s a win for the “right to repair” movement, which pushes back against companies incentivized to control the repairs made to their own products. The movement advocates for legislation that gets manufacturers to provide consumers and independent repair services access to their parts, tools and service information so consumers can get their own, legally bought devices fixed. The movement prevailed when Apple in 2021 announced it would allow customers to repair their iPhones themselves. 

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Dragon Ball Super 052

For fuck’s sake, Trunks...

There’s too many characters in this thing.  Bulma is refurbishing the time machine for the assault on Goku Black, but she’s also got the Pilaf gang doing gofer work in the lab.  Also, her dad is helping, and Kid Trunks is around too.  Well, maybe the problem isn’t that there’s too many characters.  It’s that this montage of working on the time machine could have just been edited down to a few seconds, or cut altogether.

Seriously, the way they keep cramming Pilaf scenes into this arc, you’d think Emperor Pilaf’s agent negotiated some sort of amazing contract with Toei.  He doesn’t have any technical skills, and seems to leave all the manual labor to Mai and Shu, but he still hangs around anyway, making insipid comments about everything.  He’s kind of like the Zamasu Saga’s answer to Giru from GT. 

And I guess that makes Kid Trunks like GT Pan, because he has zero impact on the plot, and he keeps hanging around anyway in a desperate bid to be taken seriously.  He goes with Mai to fetch some doohickey in “Lab 2″, which is an empty storage room with a pile of stuff in one corner, and he just pulls out random objects hoping she’ll be impressed with how he found what they needed.  Then he finds a hacksaw and some cable and ties it around his chest like Future Trunks’ sword.  That just looks dangerous. 

Meanwhile, Future Trunks doesn’t have much to do while he’s waiting for Bulma to finish his ride.  She tells him it’s going well, but it’ll take a full day to manufacture enough fuel for the trip.  Trunks is amazed because it took Future Bulma a year to make the same fuel, but this Bulma has the advantage of working with the full resources of Capsule Corp.  Trunks is just fortunate that this version of Bulma recently discovered how to make this fuel.  It was the stuff she had Monaka help her with in Episode 44.

So Trunks goes outside, where Piccolo and Krillin have been tasked with repairing the grounds after the fight with Goku Black.  He asks about Gohan and they tell him he’s left the world of fighting behind.  That... doesn’t make sense, because Gohan begged Piccolo to whip him into shape after the whole Golden Frieza thing.  They were training together in the Universe 6 arc, and the only reason they stopped was so Piccolo could participate in the tournament. 

Anyway, Trunks tells Krillin and Piccolo the story of how the Gohan in his world trained him before he died, which is weird because you would think they’d know all of this.  Well, maybe not Kirllin, but Piccolo should definitely know, because he overheard Trunks telling Goku about it when they first met.  The point is that Trunks regrets not thanking Gohan when he last saw him after the Cell Games, and Krillin suggests that he go visit Gohan at the university where he... works?  Studies?  Interns?  I have no idea what Gohan’s status is in this.  Is he a student or part of the faculty?

Anyway, Trunks eats soft-serve ice cream with Gohan and he can’t believe it.

He meets Gohan’s family and can’t believe it.

Pan mugs him and he can’t believe it.

And as they sit down for dinner, Trunks realizes that this could have been his life in his own timeline.  He had saved the world from the androids and Cell, and they were rebuilding.  If Goku Black hadn’t shown up, then he could have been having this idyllic life with Bulma and Mai and that cat from episode 47. 

Note to self, I need to commission some art of a scene like this, but with Xeno Trunks instead of Blunks, and Luffa in Mai’s seat, kind of slouching all badass, maybe eating a lobster in one hand like it’s a burger.

I say this because this is the sort of thing I envision for Future Trunks and Future Bulma in the Time Patrol continuity.  I’ve been writing a fic about that for a while now, and they don’t get featured as much as I’d like, but I enjoy writing scenes where Bulma comes to Toki Toki City to check on the equipment, and she gets to spend time with her son and meet his rowdy ancestor.  Maybe this is why I hate the Zamasu Saga so much.  It’s precisely because Goku Black ruined this sort of happy life for these characters, and a story where that happens is the exact opposite of the sort of thing I wanted to see. 

So Trunks thanks them for the meal and heads home, feeling refreshed.  Seeing Gohan living the dream has reminded him of what he’s fighting for, and it proves that he can succeed.  The thing Trunks needs to understand is that all this peaceful stuff he finds in this world is thanks to him.  Beerus and Whis can scold him for meddling with history, but fuck ‘em.  In this world, Gohan got to live!  He has a wife and baby daughter!  And two arms!  Even if Trunks rolls snake-eyes for the rest of his life, no one can take away what he’s done for this world. 

When he gets back to Capsule Corp, he asks where Goku is, and they tell him he went with Beerus and Whis to Universe 10.  Wait what?   Yeah, when Goku Black fought the real Goku, Whis thought Black’s energy seemed familiar, and it reminded him of a guy he knows in Universe 10, so they’re going to check it out.

And then we get a glimpse at this shithead.  I’m pretty sure this is the first and last time we get to see Zamasu keeping his mouth shut, so enjoy it while you can.

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Top Benefits of Investing in a Softy Ice Cream Machine

Softy ice cream machines have become a game-changer for dessert lovers and business owners alike. Whether you're running a café, food truck, or restaurant, investing in a softy ice cream machine can open up new revenue streams while delighting your customers with creamy, delicious soft-serve treats. In this blog, we'll explore the top benefits of owning a softy ice cream machine, along with how it can positively impact your business.

1. High Profit Potential

One of the most compelling reasons to invest in a softy ice cream machine is its potential for high profitability. Soft-serve ice cream is inexpensive to make, yet it has a high perceived value. By selling softy ice cream, you can enjoy substantial profit margins. Since the ingredients, such as ice cream mix and cones, are relatively inexpensive, you can generate excellent returns from each serving. Additionally, softy ice cream is highly popular, meaning demand will rarely be an issue. This makes the softy ice cream machine a smart investment for any food-based business.

2. Versatility in Flavors and Styles

With a softy ice cream machine, you can easily experiment with different flavors and toppings, offering your customers a diverse menu. Whether you want to stick to the classic vanilla or introduce creative flavors like mango, chocolate, or coffee, the possibilities are endless. Snowflake Ice Cream Machine models, in particular, are designed for ease of flavor customization, allowing you to keep your offerings fresh and exciting.

Investing in a table top ice cream machine from Chefs Shop can make it easier to offer unique flavors that cater to customer preferences. Table top ice cream machines are compact and ideal for small spaces, making them perfect for cafes, food trucks, and other establishments with limited counter space.

3. Low Maintenance and Easy Operation

Another major advantage of owning a softy ice cream machine is its ease of use. Most modern machines, such as the Snowflake Ice Cream Machine, are designed with user-friendly controls that make operation a breeze. Whether you're training new staff or running a busy kitchen, a softy ice cream machine requires minimal supervision.

Moreover, these machines require little maintenance. With self-cleaning functions and sturdy materials, they are built to last. This ensures that your machine stays in excellent working condition, reducing the need for frequent repairs or costly downtime.

4. Attract More Customers

Soft-serve ice cream has universal appeal, making it a popular treat among all age groups. By offering softy ice cream on your menu, you can attract more customers, particularly families with children or dessert lovers looking for a quick treat. Having a reliable softy ice cream machine allows you to consistently deliver high-quality ice cream that keeps people coming back for more.

Businesses looking to invest in reliable equipment should consider working with an ice cream machine wholeseller like Chefs Shop. They offer a variety of options, including Snowflake Ice Cream Machines and table top ice cream machines, ensuring you find the perfect machine to meet your specific needs.

5. Efficient Production

One of the standout features of modern softy ice cream machines is their efficiency. A well-designed machine, such as the table top ice cream machine, can produce several servings within minutes. This ensures you can quickly meet customer demands, even during peak hours.

Fast production times not only increase customer satisfaction but also help to boost your overall sales. The efficiency of machines like the Snowflake Ice Cream Machine reduces wait times, allowing you to serve more customers and increase your business's turnover.

Conclusion

In conclusion, investing in a softy ice cream machine is a strategic decision for any business in the food industry. From high profit potential and versatility in flavors to low maintenance and efficient production, a softy ice cream machine can significantly elevate your offerings. Whether you're working with a Snowflake Ice Cream Machine or a table top ice cream machine, partnering with an ice cream machine wholeseller like Chefs Shop ensures you get the best equipment for your business needs. Not only will you delight your customers, but you'll also create new revenue opportunities and enjoy long-term returns on your investment.

For businesses expanding their dessert menus or upgrading their kitchen setup, Chefs Shop offers a wide range of commercial kitchen equipment that ensures quality, durability, and performance.

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What Types of Insurance Does an Ice Cream Shop Need?

Ice cream shops are popular destinations for people of all ages, but running such a business comes with its fair share of risks. From accidents and injuries on the premises to equipment breakdowns and product recalls, there are numerous potential liabilities that can impact the financial stability of an ice cream shop. That's where ice cream shop insurance comes into play.

Ice cream shop insurance is designed to protect businesses from the various risks they face. It covers property damage, liability claims, and other potential losses that can arise while operating an ice cream shop. Here are some key insurance coverages that ice cream shop owners should consider:

1. General Liability Insurance: This is the most basic type of insurance for businesses. It protects you from third-party claims for bodily injury, property damage, and other losses. For example, if a customer slips and falls on a wet floor in your shop, your general liability insurance could cover their medical bills and legal fees.

2. Property Insurance: This coverage safeguards the physical assets of the ice cream shop, including the building, equipment, inventory, and signage. It protects financially in events like fire, theft, vandalism, or severe weather.

3. Product Liability Insurance: As an ice cream store owner, you are responsible for your products' safety. Your product liability insurance protects you against claims arising from illnesses or injuries caused by consuming your ice cream products.

4. Business Interruption Insurance: In the event of a covered loss, such as a fire or a natural disaster, that forces your ice cream shop to close temporarily, business interruption insurance can help cover lost income, ongoing expenses, and even the cost of operating from a temporary location.

5. Equipment Breakdown Insurance: Ice cream shops rely heavily on specialized equipment like freezers, soft-serve machines, and refrigerators. The equipment breakdown insurance policy covers the repair or replacement of such equipment in case of mechanical or electrical failures.

6. Workers' Compensation Insurance: Workers' compensation insurance is essential if you have employees working in your ice cream shop. This is required by law in most states. It covers your employees' medical expenses and lost wages if they are injured on the job.

7. Cyber Liability Insurance: Ice cream shops store valuable customer data electronically in today's digital age. This insurance covers your business against the financial losses caused by a data breach, such as the cost of notifying customers, repairing your computer systems, and defending against lawsuits.

With the right insurance coverage, ice cream shop owners can protect their businesses from unforeseen risks and potential financial hardships. It is essential to work with a knowledgeable insurance agent who understands the unique needs of the ice cream industry and can tailor insurance policies to suit specific business requirements. Remember, running an ice cream shop can be a rewarding venture, but it's crucial to have adequate insurance coverage to safeguard your investment and provide peace of mind. Don't let unforeseen events melt away your hard-earned success - protect your ice cream shop with comprehensive insurance.

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McCorruption: The fight for the right to repair McFlurry machines

Tech whizzes and copyright experts have teamed up to reduce the number of people haunted by the words “Ice cream machine’s broken.”

The online repair community iFixit and the DC-based nonprofit Public Knowledge are asking the government to let them fix McDonald’s soft serve dispensers, an act currently prohibited under copyright law. The treat machines are so notorious for breaking down that there’s a website for tracking busted McFlurry-makers in the US (about 12% were offline as of yesterday). The fast-food joint has even joked about its frozen dairy dysfunction.

The ice cream machines have earned a reputation because they shut down and require tending to when they encounter a problem (just like us, fr). It’s a major drain for franchise owners but a boon for the machine’s manufacturer, Taylor Company, which has an exclusive repair contract with McDonald’s.

Every time an $18,000 McD’s ice cream-maker breaks down, franchisees need to call up a Taylor technician. If a non-Taylor handyperson is used, the ice cream machine’s warranty is revoked.

Fixing the complex machinery costs $350 for every 15 minutes of service, according to Ars Technica, so it’s no wonder Taylor has generated 25% of its revenue from maintenance and repair services in recent years, as Inc. reported.

iFixit recently broke down a Taylor ice cream machine and found “easily replaceable parts” gatekept by “cryptic error messages.” A different company called Kytch built an attachable device for ice cream-makers that would help franchisees understand and address these confusing codes…but Kytch has been in a legal battle with McDonald’s and Taylor for more than two years.

So, what do the fixers want?

In addition to seeking a copyright law exemption—which has consistently been granted to permit independent repairers to fix Xboxes and other tech—iFixit and Public Knowledge are asking Congress to pass the Freedom to Repair Act, a stalled 2022 bill that would protect all repair exemptions and the distribution of independently made repair devices, like the Kytch device.

Right-to-repair gains ground: Apple has long opposed letting customers and unaffiliated repair shops fix its tech, but it’s changed its iTune in recent years to allow customers to order self-service repair kits. And just last week, the company came out in support of a California right-to-repair bill.

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How NASA Plans to Melt the Moon—and Build on Mars

In June a four-person crew will enter a hangar at NASA’s Johnson Space Center in Houston, Texas, and spend one year inside a 3D printed building. Made of a slurry that—before it dried—looked like neatly laid lines of soft-serve ice cream, Mars Dune Alpha has crew quarters, shared living space, and dedicated areas for administering medical care and growing food. The 1,700-square-foot space, which is the color of Martian soil, was designed by architecture firm BIG-Bjarke Ingels Group and 3D printed by Icon Technology.  

Experiments inside the structure will focus on the physical and behavioral health challenges people will encounter during long-term residencies in space. But it’s also the first structure built for a NASA mission by the Moon to Mars Planetary Autonomous Construction Technology (MMPACT) team, which is preparing now for the first construction projects on a planetary body beyond Earth.

When humanity returns to the moon as part of NASA’s Artemis program, astronauts will first live in places like an orbiting space station, on a lunar lander, or in inflatable surface habitats. But the MMPACT team is preparing for the construction of sustainable, long-lasting structures. To avoid the high cost of shipping material from Earth, which would require massive rockets and fuel expenditures, that means using the regolith that’s already there, turning it into a paste that can be 3D printed into thin layers or different shapes.

The team’s first off-planet project is tentatively scheduled for late 2027. For that mission, a robotic arm with an excavator, which will be attached to the side of a lunar lander, will sort and stack regolith, says principal investigator Corky Clinton. Subsequent missions will focus on using semiautonomous excavators and other machines to build living quarters, roads, greenhouses, power plants, and blast shields that will surround rocket launch pads. 

The first step toward 3D printing on the moon will involve using lasers or microwaves to melt regolith, says MMPACT team lead Jennifer Edmunson. Then it must cool to allow gasses to escape; failure to do so can leave the material riddled with holes like a sponge. The material can then be printed into desired shapes. How to assemble finished pieces is still being decided. To keep astronauts out of harm’s way, Edmunson says the goal is to make construction as autonomous as possible, but she adds, “I can’t rule out the use of humans to maintain and repair our full-scale equipment in the future.”

One of the challenges the team faces now is how to make the lunar regolith into a building material strong enough and durable enough to protect human life. For one thing, since future Artemis missions will be near the moon’s south pole, the regolith could contain ice. And for another, it’s not as if NASA has mounds of real moon dust and rocks to experiment with—just samples from the Apollo 16 mission.

So the MMPACT team has to make their own synthetic versions. 

Edmunson keeps buckets in her office of about a dozen combinations of what NASA expects to find on the moon. The recipes include varying mixtures of basalt, calcium, iron, magnesium, and a mineral named anorthite that doesn’t occur naturally on Earth. Edmunson suspects that white and shiny synthetic anorthite being developed in collaboration with the Colorado School of Mining is representative of what NASA expects to find on the lunar crust. Yet while the team feels that they can do a “reasonably good job” of matching the geochemical properties of the regolith, says Clinton, “it's very hard to make the geotechnical properties, the shape of the different tiny pieces of aggregate, because they’re built up by collisions with meteorites and whatever has hit the moon over 4 billion years.”

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Common Reasons Ice Makers Stop Working (And How to Fix Them)

Ice makers are essential appliances in homes and businesses, offering convenience and efficiency. However, when they stop working, it can be a real hassle. Fortunately, most ice maker issues can be resolved with simple troubleshooting or professional ice machine repair. In this blog, we’ll explore common reasons your ice maker might stop producing ice and how to fix them, with insights into maintaining Marvel ice machines and ensuring optimal performance. Read More: https://icemachinemaintenance.blogspot.com/2024/12/common-reasons-ice-makers-stop-working.html

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McDonald's corporate wages war on ice-cream hackers

A new feature by Andy Greenberg for Wired on the bizarre fight over diagnostic/control tools for McDonald's soft-serve machines is a fantastic, fascinating look at the intersection of Right to Repair with hardware hacking, corporatism, and franchising.

https://www.wired.com/story/they-hacked-mcdonalds-ice-cream-makers-started-cold-war/

McDonald's ice-cream machines are notoriously finicky, so much so that people make bots to determine whether your local McD's machines are busted (5-16% of these machines are broken at any time)

https://mcbroken.com/

There's a reason these machines go down all the time: they are absurdly mechanically complex, designed to do overnight repastueruizations on leftover ice-cream mix, unlike less complex machines that have to be drained and cleaned every day, at high labor and wastage costs.

There's a tradeoff: the machines are *much* more complex and finicky. Not only do they fail if the reservoirs are outside of a narrow tolerance, they still have to be disassembled for weekly cleaning, and are *much* harder to reassemble.

Moreover, that maintenance is performed by McDonald's employees, and thanks to low pay and high turnover, those workers are often both very young and very new to the job. Put it all together and it's easy to see why the machines are busted so often.

But that's not the whole story: it turns out that all of this is vastly exacerbated by the repair-hostile design of the machines. When they do break down, they throw cryptic errors, necessitating an expensive service call.

This means that franchisees pay through the nose when their machines break *and* they don't get feedback on what they can do differently to prevent more service-calls in the future. The tale of this user-hostility is the crux of Greenberg's piece.

The machines are made by Taylor, a giant kitchen supply company that also supplies things like grills to McDonald's franchises. Their distributors get paid every time they do a service call, and the franchisees are pretty sure McD's is getting a cut.

That's where Kytch comes in. It's a tech startup that spun out of Frobot, a company that built automated enclosures for Taylor's froyo machines that were supposed to eliminate labor costs by creating fully self-serve systems.

Frobot machines proved to be too complex and unreliable for the field, and in the process of outfitting them with diagnostic tools, Frobot's founders created Kytch, a high-powered automation and diagnostic tool that proved to be hugely popular with McDonald's franchisees.

Kytch gave these restaurateurs the ability to monitor and diagnose their $18,000 Taylor C602 machines without having to learn technicians' secret, obscure codes ("Press the cone icon, then tap the snowflake/milkshake buttons to set the screen to 5, then 2, then 3, then 1").

It was a runaway success: franchisees bought the gadgets and paid activation and recurring fees and were glad of it, reporting major cost savings over paying Taylor's service techs and extra profits because they could sell product rather than apologizing for broken machines.

The gadget itself was superbly engineered, thanks, no doubt, to its pedigree: in commercializing the Kytch, its inventors teamed up with legendary hardware hacker and digital freedom fighter Andrew "bunnie" Huang, whose every device is a perfect marvel.

Huang describes Kytch as a huge leap in the control systems for the Taylor machines, which were mired in the "dark ages" of 50-year-old technology. Adding a Raspberry Pi-based controller took the machines from the late mechanical age to the late digital age in one step.

But this reformation met a counter-reformation. McDonald's and Taylor teamed up to crush Kytch. Taylor engaged in all kinds of skullduggery to acquire a Kytch unit and then rolled out a (less capable, more lucrative, more extractive) competitor.

(The company swears it didn't rip off the Kytch and it's all just a huge coincidence, really.)

But the real muscle came from McDonald's, which owns the land underneath each of its franchisees' restaurants and can take away their restaurants at the stroke of a pen.

McDonald's began to traffick in increasingly unhinged scare-memos, warning that Kytch might steal "confidential data" and that it "creates a potential very serious safety risk for the crew or technician attempting to clean or repair the machine."

The memos conclude that this diagnostic and monitoring device could cause "serious human injury" and "McDonald’s strongly recommends that you remove the Kytch device from all machines and discontinue use."

Kytch's founders confide that this will probably kill their business.

It's quite a tale: a clanking, breakdown-prone Rube Goldberg device that's turned into a money-spinner for a giant corporation that values the service charges more than it rues its disappointed customers.

A pair of scrappy inventors and a legendary hardware wizard who transport this gadget half a century forward in one fell swoop - and who get destroyed by the corporate behemoth through a mix of scare-stories about maimed teenage shake-jockeys and eviction threats.

Image: Gabriela Hasbun/Wired

https://www.gabrielahasbun.com/

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Written for "get-beached" Weight Gain Summer Challenge Week 4: Sundae Special ~1500 words Prompts: Broken AC, Ice Cream Vendor, Snack Shack Part 1: Might not be finished....

           Peter’s Place hadn’t been in his top ten places to work after college, but with Peter being in the hospital indefinitely, that left Laura, Cora, and Derek to run what was left of their family business. The property was a hodge-podge of mini-golf, arcade, bumper boats, go-carts, and the bane of Derek’s existence, a Snack Shack. He and his sisters had split up the day to day tasks: Laura was handing the finances, Cora trained the staff and walked around as an intimidating manager, and Derek was charged with repairs and maintenance.  

The job suited him well. He could avoid customers and most of the staff while he busied himself repainting the go-cart track or repairing the vintage arcade games Peter had so carefully collected. His one mistake had been not getting out of the way fast enough when a young man had tripped and fallen over his toolbox. Derek instinctively had braced himself, breaking the young man’s fall, and found himself momentarily stunned by the whiskey color eyes and mole freckled face. The moment was broken by one of the man’s flailing arms hitting Derek squarely in the nose.

       “Dude, I’m so sorry! I was here for an interview? With Cora Hale? I couldn’t find the office or anything and thought I would ask.”

       “Interview?” Derek asked dumbly, feeling his nose to ensure it wasn’t bleeding or broken.

           “For the Snack Shack attendant? Man, I really hope I’m hired. When did you start working here? Good job? Is the pay okay? My internship ended and I have to find someway to pay for textbooks next semester.”

         “Are you a freshman?”

           “What? No! Going to be a senior this fall, double major in criminal justice and history.”

           Now that the pain in his nose had subsided and Derek was standing upright, he could see this guy had the look of a college kid. Young, bright eyes and the unmistakable look of someone who had packed on at least the freshmen fifteen. Probably closer to accomplishing an early senior fifty the way his shirt stretched across his rounded chest and soft paunch rested over his waistband.

         “You’re hired.”

        “I – I appreciate that but you can’t just hire people.”

       “I run the place. Derek Hale. Cora is my sister.”

        The man stared at him in shock for a second before enthusiastically shaking his hand. “Stiles Stilinski.”

          Derek offered to lead him to the office. He was never going to hear the end of it from Cora.

******

          “Derek, we have another complaint.”

           “Not again,” he groaned. “Cora is just making things up.”

           “Don’t care. You hired him – he’s your problem.”

           Derek took the complaint form from Laura and stomped out of the room. Stiles – whose real name on his new hire paperwork was unreadable, making the silly nickname his official nametag, had to be doing this on purpose. He had only been their employee for a month and already had more work-orders and mishaps and complaints filed against him than of any other employees.  But, as she and Laura kept constantly pointing out, Derek had hired him.

           And the complaints Cora had filed were clearly a poor attempt to set them up.

            The first complaint – suggestion – were Stiles’ attempts to optimize the little snack hut. It was a small building with a few glass windows to order from. There was a cash register and stool in front, with a soft-serve ice cream machine, a cooler for drinks and some novelty ice creams.  It was centrally located on the property, which gave Stiles a fairly open view to see Derek walking around doing regular maintenance. Stiles always had a cheerful wave and a cold water for Derek when he stopped by, increasingly more often, to chat.

           It was during one of these times he saw Stiles struggling to push the entire register to the opposite side.

           “What are you doing?”

           “Optimizing! If you move the register to the shorter side, and stick the cooler behind it at more of an angle, you would have room to put in a soda machine and a hot dog machine.”

           “We don’t have either of those.”

           “I put in a complaint,” Stiles shrugged. “I figure in about two months you’d break even on the machine and be profitable by September.”

           Derek was taken aback that Stiles cared about the business enough to worry about their profits. “That’s not what those forms are for.”

        “I’ve had mothers demanding sodas that I don’t have. That’s employee harassment and definitely a complaint.”

         “Not a valid complaint.”

          “Fine. I’ll keep being yelled at then, happy?”

           “No,” Derek said grudgingly. “I think it would be a good idea to have more options. But next time check with me before you try to move the heavy machines.”

           Stiles pulled up the stool and sat down. “Move away then, Big Guy. I’ll admire the view.”

           If Derek bent over and stuck his ass out a little more than he usually would have done moving equipment, no one would know. Once everything was arranged to Stiles’ liking, Derek was using the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead. It had cleared up a surprising amount of room in the small building for room. It has also placed the soft serve machine within arm’s distance of the register.

           “Sure you aren’t doing this so the ice cream is closer to you?”

           “It’s for efficiency,” Stiles argued. “You try to keep up with dozens of grubby little hands demanding soft-serve.”

           “You have ice cream on your shirt.”  

           “Free-ice cream comes with the job! I’d be stupid to turn that down.”

           Derek bit his tongue. Cora and Laura had no idea he had told Stiles that as part of their “benefit package” he was welcome to help himself to food while he worked. It really was no big deal, each cone only cost them a quarter at most. Which was good, because Stiles easily cost them a few dollars each day. Every time Derek passed the Snack Shack, Stiles was eating.

           Which was undoubtedly what led to the second complaint.

***

           “Can you please give your boyfriend a bigger uniform?”

           “He’s not my boyfriend.”

           “Please, I see you two flirting all day, it’s disgusting.”

           “We’re just talking.”

           “Well next time you talk to him, mention he should wear a bigger uniform.”

           “What’s wrong with the one he’s wearing?”

           “Derek, I know you’re hopeless infatuated with him, but how have you not noticed he has a split seam down the side of his pants and his shirt is clearly a size too small. Unless –” Derek could feel himself turning red as Cora smirked, “ – oh my god you’re into that. Is that why you installed the soda machine? And the popcorn and hot dogs?”

           Derek could only splutter in response as Cora laughed. Accepting defeat, he grabbed the uniform off the desk and spent his short walk to the Snack Shack wondering how to politely tell Stiles he was too fat for his clothes.

           Luckily, Stiles seemed already aware of the problem.

           “Are those for me?”

           “I- yeah. Cora thought – ”

           “Dude, thanks! I didn’t want to admit I was getting too fat for this one.” Stiles smiled widely at him, proudly resting a hand on his doughy belly. The movement made his shirt rise up a few inches over his protruding love handles. His shirt was stretched so tightly the outline of his bellybutton was visible. It seemed too much to attribute to only some weight gain, Derek bet that, given it was almost noon, Stiles was already well-stuffed.            Derek had become pretty familiar with Stiles’ eating habits. As soon as he clocked in, Stiles somehow stomached a morning root beer float and hot dog or two. After that, he never saw Stiles without an ice cream in his hand, unless he was serving a customer. When Derek stopped to join Stiles on his lunch break, despite his offers that Stiles could bring his own lunch and keep in the staff fridge, he seemed content to gorge himself on more hot dogs.

            “I’ve gained at least fifteen pounds since I started working here.”

           “It looks good on you.”

           “

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A Sparking Attraction

Summary: Emma just wanted a nice, relaxing weekend. Who knew her car trouble would be the ticket into her hot's neighbor's pants? Rated E for smut. ~3.7K. Also on AO3.

A/N: Inspired by my recent car trouble. Unfortunately, Emma’s the only one with a hot neighbor to come to her rescue. Thanks as always to @snidgetsafan for her beta-ing!

Tagging the usual suspects: @kmomof4, @teamhook, @profdanglaisstuff, @scientificapricot, @thisonesatellite, @thejollyroger-writer, @optomisticgirl, @snowbellewells, @ohmightydevviepuu, @let-it-raines, @winterbaby89

Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

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“Goddamn, motherfucking, piece of fucking shit —”

This was, to say the least, not the morning Emma had hoped to have. It was a rare weekend off from the station, and as much as Emma usually loved her job as a Storybrooke Sheriff’s Deputy, a couple days off were much needed after a week where it seemed like the entire town had been out to irritate her personally. Leroy and his brothers had gotten into yet another screaming match, Ella Cruller wouldn’t lock up her dogs again, Victor Whale had been drunk and belligerent at the Rabbit Hole on a goddamn Tuesday night the list went on and on. Emma needs some ice cream and a grilled cheese and probably a stiff drink, and above all to hermit at her apartment and not re-emerge until she’s back to work Monday afternoon. 

Unfortunately, to achieve those pathetically small dreams, Emma has to go to the store. And unfortunately, since Emma has things to do, her fucking car won’t start. Probably the battery. Of course. 

She shouldn’t be surprised, really; it’s not like the Bug is some pristine new machine that’s in perfect working order. She loves that stupid thing, but it’s old, and old cars have problems. The only minor miracle is that hers is a new enough model to have the battery properly in the rear compartment instead of under her back seat. Of course, she doesn’t have one of those handy cordless battery jumpers David is always on her to buy; no, that would be too simple. She’d meant to buy one for a while, but they’re fucking expensive and what were the chances she’d need it anyways?

Famous last words, obviously. 

“Fucking traitor,” she mutters again, scowling at the exposed engine where she’s propped the back hatch up and kicking lightly at one of her tires. Ok, not so lightly, but the car deserves it, even if her toes don’t.

She’s just about to start up with another string of profanity in order to avoid trying to actually fix the problem when a voice calls from behind her - directly behind her, in fact. “Car trouble, lass?” Even if the soft accent and tone of voice aren’t alarming, the proximity is, and Emma claps a hand over her chest above where her heart is spasming. Apparently, she hadn’t noticed his approach in her focus on cursing at the little car.

“Fuck almighty, you scared the shit out of me,” she accuses, whirling around to meet the eyes of her neighbor. It’s Killian Jones, of course; if the accent wasn’t a dead giveaway, her current streak of luck would dictate it anyways. Because of course her effortlessly hot neighbor who Emma definitely doesn’t have anything resembling a crush on, no sir, no way, would show up now when she’s ratty-looking and irritable. At least she showered this morning; it’s a scant blessing. 

At least he has the decency to look a little sheepish. Serves him right, after the scare he gave her. “Apologies, love. I heard a commotion, looked out my window to see your hood popped open, and thought I’d come offer my assistance.” He pauses for a bare second before picking up again, not even enough time for Emma to start responding. “Though really, is it still called the hood if it’s at the back of the car?”

Emma just stares for a moment. “Seriously?”

“You’re right, doesn’t matter,” he concedes. “Do you need any help? I can’t say I’m good at car repair, but I’m decent at taking directions.”

“It’s fine,” Emma replies. “Not my first rodeo with changing the battery in this car. Call me an old pro or something. Don’t worry about me.”

Not that it stops him, a concerned little wrinkle set stubbornly in his forehead. “Well, you’re going to need a new one, right?”

“I mean, yeah.”

“Can I drive you to the auto parts shop, at least?”

Emma pauses at the offer. Honestly, she’d planned to call David; technically, he’s working, but she thinks with some finagling this could fall under the “public assistance” bit of his job description. Emma is always hesitant to accept help if she doesn’t have to - call it an unfortunate remnant of a shitty childhood - but Killian is here, and he is offering. Even if Emma doesn’t want to accept his help on principle, she knows he won’t judge her for taking it or think she’s weak. She may not know her neighbor that well, but he’s never been anything but polite and chivalrous, if a bit flirtatious at times.

(Maybe one day she’ll take him up on that flirting; for now, at least, she can take him up on that offer of a ride.)

She must have been thinking for longer than she thought, because Killian looks like he’s about to withdraw the offer in embarrassment. He’s a stutterer when he’s nervous, Emma’s noticed; not that she’s had much cause to, but in a town this size, it’s impossible not to catch folks in some kind of embarrassment eventually, and she’s seen him with his brother. 

“You know what? Sure, a ride would be great,” she agrees. The way Killian’s shoulders drop in a small show of relief makes her more confident in her choice, especially when he smiles at her in what she almost might call delight. “Let me get the old battery out first, it goes easier when I can just drop the old one on the counter and ask to swap it. Can you grab my toolbox out of the trunk?”

“Of course, Swan.”

With Killian’s help - ok, more like “supervision” - the car surgery goes quickly. Emma’s only had to do this once before, but muscle memory is a powerful thing, and it’s easy enough to detach the battery once she knows what other pieces need to be carefully extracted and set aside to get at her goal in the limited space of the Volkswagen. It’s easy, too, to get a new battery when the owner of the auto parts store is one of Leroy’s brothers who she’d had to deal with earlier in the week - just one pointed glare on Emma’s part, and the little whiny man had quickly gone to get her replacement without any long lectures about how to reinstall it or how some people just don’t take good care of their vehicles. 

“If I didn’t say it before, thanks for doing this,” Emma says quietly as Killian drives them both back to their apartment complex in his little SUV. He’s a careful driver, she’s discovered, navigating them smoothly around corners and executing gentle stops. It speaks well of him, she thinks, that he’s gentle in even this most mundane of activities. 

“It’s not a problem, love,” he smiles. “I promise. Truthfully, watching you work on the car is all to my benefit.” The statement sits in the air for a moment before he continues. “Oh, now that sounds sketchy, doesn’t it?”

Emma laughs. “I mean, I think I know what you mean, but yeah, probably not the best choice of words.” It’s been interesting, watching him bounce back and forth in the months they’ve been acquainted between a suave flirt and this more bashful version of himself. 

Honestly, it’s pretty cute too. 

“I just mean…” He tries again, pauses. “It was impressive. Watching a woman perform her own car repair. Attractive.” He groans. “God, just let me put my foot even further into my mouth.”

“No, no it’s okay,” Emma assures him. “I… thanks, I guess.” It’s flattering, really - especially since she’s been ogling him from down the hall for months now. 

“You’re welcome.” They sit in silence. “So, shall we talk about literally anything else now? Let’s do that. Please.”

Knowing what he admitted, though, it’s hard not to put on a little bit of a show when Emma re-installs the new battery. Maybe she lets her shirt ride up, and maybe she leans a little more exaggeratedly over the rear compartment as she works. So what? She’s a woman with needs like any other, and any desire to spend the rest of her weekend alone has melted as she spent her morning with Jones. 

When the repairs are finally done, Emma slams the hatch back shut and turns to face Killian, whose eyes skate up and down her figure as she slides her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. She knows the posture accentuates her breasts and pushes her hips forward into something that almost might be a sway or a swagger; she’s counting on it, in fact. 

“Thanks again for the help,” she tells him, dropping her voice to a more sultry register. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“I don’t know about that,” he replies, before slipping into an attitude to match Emma’s own. “If you feel that way, though… well, who am I to argue. Perhaps a… token of appreciation is in order?” He even taps at his lips, the saucy cheeky bastard.

(She’s so going to fuck that.)

Emma can give as good as she gets, though, both in banter and in other, more private things. “Funnily enough, that’s what the thank you was for.” Even as the words leave her mouth, Emma sways further into Killian’s space, proving them to be just a facade.

“Is that all your precious Bug is worth to you?” Killian is close enough that Emma can feel the warmth of his breath wash across her face. She could just tilt her head up the smallest bit and claim his lips…

So she does. There’s absolutely no reason why she shouldn’t, especially since she’s felt this sizzling something simmering beneath her skin, a scorching heat she’s seen reflected in Killian’s eyes, ever since the moment they first ran into each other in the hallway five months ago. He’s just as good a kisser as she imagined, though the way their lips meet is nearly feral in its intensity. He, too, gives just as good as he gets, each thrust of Emma’s tongue met with a parry of his own, all accentuated by a forceful tug to bring her hips into contact with his own. God, it’s good.

Frankly, Emma would be happy to keep at it right here in the parking lot, let their clothes drop into the backseat of the Bug and figure out the logistics of sex in the world’s most cramped car, but there’s the matter of neighbors and passers-by and public indecency. “Inside,” she manages to gasp just as Killian squeezes her ass. Lord only knows how she manages to keep her train of thought after that. “We gotta go inside. Now.” She even pushes him away and towards the door in emphasis.

“Your place or mine?” Killian trots after her as Emma sets a determined pace, still managing to reach the door in time to hold it open for her. Stupid gentleman, they don’t have time for that. 

Vague memories of dirty laundry on the floor decide for Emma. “Yours,” she tosses back to him. If this is going to be more than a one time thing, she doesn’t want his first impression of her place to be an utter disaster. They live mere doors apart anyways; it’s not like there’s one apartment obviously closer than the other. 

The elevator ride to the third floor seems to take forever, but it’s still better than taking the stairs - even if they have to stay in opposite corners to keep from jumping each other in the little box. It’s funny; normally, the enforced distance would cool the fire raging in her blood and knock Emma to her senses, but it only leaves her imagining all the things she wants to do with Killian, to Killian when they finally make it behind locked doors. She wants him, and there’s no denying it.

At least he has the presence of mind to spend the elevator ride locating his apartment keys; once they reach his door, it’s the work of a moment to slip inside. Killian immediately cages Emma against the wall next to the door, trapping both her hands above her head as he attacks her mouth and neck with his lips.

“Been thinking about this for a long while, Swan,” he murmurs against her neck as he finishes sucking what will be a very impressive hickey into her skin. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

“Oh yeah?” She gasps back. “Me too.” He can take that any way he likes; she means it, regardless.

Abruptly, Killian lets go of her hands only to hoist her into the air. Emma’s legs twine around his hipson instinct, but she’s got other, more important things to worry about - namely, kissing the living daylights out of Killian and the way his toned stomach rubs against her center as he walks them to the bedroom.

She squeals as he tosses her lightly onto the bed, Emma’s body bouncing on impact. Emma scoots up the bed to watch as Killian begins to undress, whipping his t-shirt over his head and starting to reach for his shoes before he notices her staring.

“Are you planning to strip, love?” He asks with an arch of his eyebrow. The hunger is evident in his eyes and in the tenting of his pants, which only makes Emma want to tease him.

“Nah, I think I’m just going to watch.”

“Now, that’s not fair,” Killian whines, halting his own disrobing to crawl over Emma’s body again. “I’ve shown you mine, and here you are, still all wrapped up.”

“I mean, technically, all I’ve seen is your chest. It’s nice, but…” Emma trails her hand down the hair and flesh of his abdomen until she hits denim, twisting her hand to squeeze his erection. “It’s not really what I want to see.”

“You make a good point, love.” His voice catches in his throat in restrained pleasure; Emma kind of loves it. “Now, what do you say that I show you some more of what you’re looking for, and you take care of some of your pesky layers?”

To borrow the kind of words he’d use: she’s amenable to that plan.

He’s got a great dick, really, once she’s down to her bra and underwear and he’s bare in front of her. It’s large without being impractically massive and bobs proudly and eagerly towards his stomach. He obviously knows he’s worth looking at, if his confident stance is any indication. God, Emma can’t wait.

“Let me help you with that, darling,” he purrs, moving back into Emma’s space to reach behind her and unclasp her bra. Thank god her most comfortable bra also happens to be her most flattering, and passably pretty at that. Not that it matters when the garment is already on the floor and Killian’s fingers have ducked beneath the elastic of her underwear to draw them slowly down. 

“Like what you see?” She asks coyly as the cotton hits the ground. She already knows her answer if the way Killian peruses her naked form with wide eyes is any indication.

“Only a fool wouldn’t,” Killian comments, “and darling, I’m no fool. I must say, though, I’m a little less interested in looking than in touching.”

“Then you’d better get over here.”

This time, when Emma falls back on the bed, pulling Killian with her, she intends to stay there. 

Killian grinds his cock against her core, the most glorious sensation after all this banter and buildup. Skin-on-skin feels good, satisfying, though not quite enough to satisfy her craving. There’s only one thing that will do that, she knows, and as much as she wants the slick burn of his body within hers, this friction just feels too good to stop. It’s hard to push away the man who’s rubbing against her clit just right. 

Finally, though, her craving is too strong to deny. “Condom?” She asks, pushing lightly at Killian’s shoulders to capture his attention.

“Aye,” he pants, a little breathless in his arousal. “Side table.” He doesn’t take the direct path, however, doesn’t just roll off her and reach for the drawer; he detours instead to her breasts to graze his teeth along a nipple and make Emma shudder in pleasure.

She allows herself to get distracted by his attentions for a moment; it’s been a long while since a little boob play has felt this good. Maybe it’s his own skill; maybe she’s already so aroused from everything else that it’s heightened the sensations. Truthfully, it doesn’t matter as long as he keeps making her moan. There’s greater pleasure to be found, however, and with that in mind, Emma makes herself pull Killian away from her chest with a tug on his thick, dark hair. Killian pouts at the interruption - god, what an adorable idiot - but she’s insistent. Plus, she’s got something even more pleasurable in mind.

“Seriously, Jones. Condom. Sex. Now.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Killian mutters as he finally shifts off Emma to open the drawer and extract a little foil packet. Before he can move to do anything about it, she plucks the condom out of his hand and pushes at Killian until he lays back on the mattress so she can straddle him. 

“So you want to be on top, hmm?” He asks her breathlessly as Emma rolls the latex down his length. As she pumps him with her hand, making sure everything’s snug, he moans. “I suppose it’s a good thing I like a woman in charge.”

“I suppose it is,” Emma replies, rising up to situate his cock at her entrance, “because you’re about to get one.” And with that, she gradually sinks down on him, feeling the burn as he stretches her inner walls.

For all her talk, this part always takes a moment to adjust to, with little rocking motions and shallow thrusts of Emma’s hips until she settles into that perfect angle of penetration. Beneath her, Killian’s eyes are blown wide and dark with lust, and his hands grip at her hipbones.

“You’ve got to move,” he gasps. “For the love of God, you’ve got to move.”

Emma clenches around him, eliciting another moan, before heeding his plea. There’s no reason a woman in charge can’t be a little bit merciful - for both their sakes. The angle is so damn good, especially when she adds a little twist of her hips on each downward thrust. Maybe it’s just because this unspoken thing has been sitting between them for months, but Emma can already feel her pleasure building.

“Want to help a girl out?” She pants as she increases the pace, chasing for the orgasm she can sense just out of reach. When Killian doesn’t immediately move - by the looks of things, too distracted in watching where her body envelops his own - Emma forcibly grabs his hand from where it had been stroking the flesh of her hip and drags it just above where they meet. He can figure it out from there, if he’s half as clever as he acts. 

Sure enough, when he gets with the program, tendrils of sensation start chasing down Emma’s legs all the way to her toes. “You like that, love?” He asks breathlessly.

“Fuck yeah. Just like that,” she gasps out. “Fuck.”

“You’re so gorgeous like this,” Killian prattles on beneath her. Emma truthfully doesn’t pay much attention; the way the curl of his accent sets her blood pounding is more important than anything he has to say. Still, he continues. Maybe he knows she’s not listening, maybe he doesn’t; in the end, does it matter? “Come for me, love, I know you want to.”

And with his thumb on her clit and his cock throbbing within her, she does, flying into a flurry of sensation and bliss.

She’s barely come down from her high before Killian flips their positions, sliding out of her heat for the barest of moments before he thrusts back inside. He’s still hard within her, obviously not having found the same release she has. Emma moans as his cock strokes along her inner walls. “You feel so good around me, so tight, darling,” he croons as he sets a steady pace with the snap of his hips. “Do you think you’ve got another one in you? Do you think you can come for me again?”

Emma doesn’t know for certain, but she’s certainly willing to find out.

It turns out, Killian’s a talker in bed when he’s the one holding the reins - little endearments and dirty talk Emma wonders if he’s even aware of saying. She can tell his orgasm is close when the words stop altogether, replaced by little grunts as he works above her, arms braced by her sides and head bowed over her chest. 

He comes with a deep groan just as the tingle of her own release starts to build again; Emma could almost curse in frustration, even if she did already climax earlier. Killian must sense that frustration as he hurriedly drops his hand back between her legs as soon as he’s finished, rubbing furiously at her clit. He pulls out as his cock begins to soften, only to plunge two fingers within her fluttering core instead to thrust and stroke instead. It’s not the same, but it’s enough, and Emma soars over that peak one more time with a mighty exhale of what might almost be Killian’s name. 

“God, that was good,” Emma gasps as she comes back to herself again. Faintly, she’s aware of Killian taking care of the used condom, though she can’t bring herself to care about the details. “Good job team, or… something.”

Killian chuckles as he shifts back to curl around her. “You know, you might even say I gave you a jolt,” he teases.

“Oh, that was awful,” Emma groans, even as she wiggles deeper into his embrace. “Promise me you’ll never say that again, please.”

“I make no promises,” Killian laughs back. “This wit won’t be contained.”

Emma can work with that. After all, she’s she’s currently making several plans that involve him this weekend - and they'll be sure to make sparks fly for as long as their batteries hold out. 

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How a Soft Serve Ice Cream Machine Can Boost Your Sales

In today's competitive food and beverage industry, businesses are constantly seeking new ways to attract customers and increase revenue. One effective strategy is to invest in a soft serve ice cream machine. Not only is soft serve ice cream a universally loved treat, but offering it can also significantly boost your sales. Whether you run a restaurant, café, or even a food truck, adding soft serve ice cream to your menu can make a difference in your business's profitability.

In this blog, we'll explore how a soft serve ice cream machine, along with other ice cream-making equipment like the Snowflake Ice Cream Machine and table top ice cream machine, can help increase your sales.

1. Attract More Customers with a Popular Treat

Soft serve ice cream has an irresistible appeal that draws people in, especially during warm weather or after meals. When customers know they can get fresh, delicious ice cream at your establishment, they are more likely to visit frequently. Offering soft serve provides a sweet and refreshing dessert option that appeals to both adults and children, making it a versatile menu item.

Installing a soft serve ice cream machine can also allow you to experiment with flavors and toppings, giving customers the chance to customize their orders. This personalization adds an extra layer of engagement, encouraging repeat business.

2. Increase Impulse Purchases

Another major benefit of having a soft serve ice cream machine is the potential for increased impulse purchases. Many customers make spontaneous decisions to indulge in ice cream when they see it available. Placing your table top ice cream machine or Snowflake Ice Cream Machine in a visible area can tempt people to add a scoop of ice cream to their meal or order it as a standalone treat.

Additionally, ice cream is a low-cost, high-margin product, making it a smart investment for boosting profits. By offering ice cream as a quick, affordable indulgence, you can increase your average transaction value without much additional effort.

3. Create Unique Promotions and Events

Soft serve ice cream opens the door to creative marketing opportunities. With a softy ice cream machine, you can host special events like "Ice Cream Happy Hour" or offer seasonal flavors that change with the holidays. Promotions like these create a buzz around your business and encourage customers to return frequently to see what's new.

Partnering with an ice cream machine dealership ensures that you have access to a reliable supply of high-quality equipment. This partnership also makes it easier to upgrade or expand your offerings when needed, giving you a competitive edge in the market.

4. Stand Out in a Crowded Market

In a highly competitive food industry, standing out from your competitors is essential. Having a soft serve ice cream machine sets your business apart by offering something that not every establishment provides. You can attract families, couples, and anyone with a sweet tooth, making your business the go-to spot for a refreshing dessert.

If you're using a table top ice cream machine or Snowflake Ice Cream Machine, you can offer premium-quality ice cream in a compact space, allowing you to maximize efficiency. These machines are perfect for small businesses, food trucks, and kiosks that want to offer soft serve without needing a large kitchen.

5. Low Maintenance, High Profit

One of the most significant advantages of using a softy ice cream machine is that it requires relatively low maintenance while delivering high returns. These machines are designed for commercial use, so they are built to handle high volumes with minimal downtime. This means you can serve more customers faster, leading to higher sales during peak hours.

Moreover, partnering with an ice cream machine dealership ensures you get the best machines available and access to regular maintenance and repairs. This minimizes the risk of machine breakdowns, keeping your operations running smoothly and profitably.

6. Expand Your Menu Without Large Investments

Expanding your menu with soft serve ice cream doesn't require a massive financial investment. A table top ice cream machine is an affordable option for businesses looking to offer ice cream without taking up too much space or breaking the bank. These machines are versatile, allowing you to produce high-quality soft serve at a low cost.

Additionally, soft serve machines are easy to operate, so you won’t need to hire specialized staff to manage them. This makes it a practical option for small businesses that want to offer something extra without increasing labor costs.

Conclusion: The Key to a Thriving Business

Incorporating a soft serve ice cream machine into your business can boost sales, attract more customers, and set you apart from competitors. Whether you opt for a Snowflake Ice Cream Machine or a table top ice cream machine, the benefits of offering soft serve ice cream are undeniable. By partnering with an ice cream machine dealership, you can ensure that you have the best equipment to keep your customers happy and your profits rising.

To take your business to the next level, consider investing in a soft serve machine as part of your commercial kitchen equipment. This investment will not only expand your menu but also increase your revenue potential for years to come.

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Margarita machine repair

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Soft Serve Machines and Customer Satisfaction: Why Maintenance Matters

Whether a business is a fast-food chain or an ice cream parlor, soft-serve ice cream machines are a must. These devices produce the delicious, creamy sweets that patrons adore and return for more. However, soft-serve ice cream machine maintenance is essential to preserving the caliber of your product and guaranteeing efficient business operations. This post will discuss the importance of timely repairs and routine maintenance in maintaining customer satisfaction and business success.

Click here to read the full blog: http://softserve.repair/soft-serve-machines-and-customer-satisfaction-why-maintenance-matters/