The way we see it: the more we feed you, the longer you'll stay. That's why we load your plate with mountains of gravy and mashed potatoes, turkey and filling.

Way back in the 1930's Great Grandpa Beck whipped up some delicious homemade ice cream in his garage. He casually gave gallons of his goodness away as gifts to his friends. As word got out, more people started inviting him over for get-togethers and parties. Great Grandpa Beck's popularity grew overnight and he realized he was onto something good. Soon he was forced to start charging his newfound "friends" for the ice cream and his business moved from the garage to the first floor in a hurry.

Then in 1950, Great Grandpa Beck teamed up with Grandpa Beck to sell bottled milk from home to home. Together they built a solid foundation for Beck's Ice Cream. One  of honesty, integrity, and HUGE dinner plates.

In 1979, my Mom and Dad hopped on the family ice cream train and opened Beck's Ice Cream Parlor and Restaurant. My Dad loves good food. And lots of it. Beck's is everything homemade and more. My Dad feeds you until you burst, never ceasing to surprise you with a new concoction or another "on the house" root beer float–just as soon as you downed the last five.

In 2010, the only thing that has changed is new family photos. It seems our family is ever-expanding and so are our stomachs.