Born in a
cold barn.

There's a kind of rink that doesn't exist on postcards. Tin roof, one working heater, a snack bar that smells like popcorn from 1994. We call it the barn.

Cold Barn is for the people who show up there anyway. The 6 AM skaters, the beer-league lifers, the parents holding coffee in the bleachers, and the kids who fall asleep in their gear on the drive home.

Our goods borrow from the souvenirs those rinks used to hand out: rink programs, ice time receipts, snack bar menus, pennants. Faded ink on heavy cotton, cut to be worn hard and washed a hundred times.

And yes, there's ice cream. Cold Barn Creamery is our ode to the snack bar window, and every season it gets a new flavor.

"Keep your stick on the ice, and your hands warm."

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