The Mox
The franchise player. Vanilla bean, warm hot fudge, candied pecans, whipped cream, double cherry. Calls its own plays.
Texas-sized scoops, hot-fudge play-action, and a bench so deep in toppings it should be illegal in this county. Walk-ons welcome.
Every sundae built on house-churned ice cream. Numbers retired, flavors never.
The franchise player. Vanilla bean, warm hot fudge, candied pecans, whipped cream, double cherry. Calls its own plays.
A split built for two, finished by one. Three scoops, grilled banana, peanut butter drizzle, pretzel crunch.
Eight scoops. Every topping on the depth chart. No substitutions. Never show weakness. Finish it and your photo goes on the Wall of Champions.
Ordered at the buzzer, ready before the clock hits zero. Dark chocolate scoop drowned in hot fudge. Sometimes you just throw it up and pray.
Hometown pride in a hand-pressed waffle bowl. Butter-brickle ice cream, bourbon caramel, Texas pecans.
No scoops, no spoon required. Two towers of whipped cream, each with a cherry on top — technically a dessert, arguably swimwear. The boldest proposal on the menu. Served in a chilled glass, not worn. We’ve had to clarify.
In 1999, in a little Texas town where football was religion, somebody finally asked the important question: what do you eat after the game?
The answer was a walk-up window across from the field house, a hand-crank churn, and a hot-fudge recipe guarded more closely than the playbook. Twenty-something seasons later the churn is bigger, the line is longer, and the rule is the same as it’s always been:
“We don’t want your life. Just your Friday nights — and maybe your Saturdays.”
19 Coyote Field Road
West Canaan, Texas
Across from the stadium. Follow the crowd.
Tue – Thu · 2pm – 9pm
Fri · 2pm – whenever the 4th quarter ends
Sat & Sun · Noon – 10pm
Closed Mondays. Even champions rest.
Show your ticket stub after any home win and the whipped cream & cherry are on the house.
Losses too. We’re not monsters.