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Hex & Scoops Grand Opening
July 28
Free
Times are in SLT.
Something wickedly delicious is coming to Hathian…
The cauldron is bubbling, the cones are enchanted, and the doors are finally opening! Join us for the Grand Opening of Hex & Scoops Ice Cream, where handcrafted frozen treats meet a touch of dark magic.
Step inside a world of spellbinding flavors, gothic charm, and magical goodies. Whether you’re craving a classic scoop or one of our signature witch-inspired creations, every dessert is brewed with a little mischief and a lot of love.
🍦 Grand Opening
📅 Tuesday, July 28, 2026
🕙 10:00 AM – 8:00 PM
📍 666 Berthier St.
Hathian, Louisiana
Whether you’re a witch, warlock, ghost, vampire—or simply someone with a sweet tooth—you’ll find your next favorite scoop waiting for you.
At Hex & Scoops, magic isn’t just made… it’s served daily.
Come celebrate the beginning of something deliciously cursed. We can’t wait to welcome you into our coven.
Hex & Scoops Ice Cream
Where Every Scoop is a Little Bit of Magic. 🖤🍦🌙
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