The Ice Cream Shoppe Skowhegan (Donna’s)
Skowhegan, ME • ★ 4.8 (546 Google reviews)
The Story
Stepping inside Donna's feels like a sweet trip back in time, with classic tunes and cheerful decor greeting every visitor. The air hums with happy chatter as folks savor scoops piled high, each spoonful a perfect blend of creamy goodness. It’s a truly delightful spot where simple pleasures and delicious treats make for the best kind of small-town memories.
From the Counter
Recent Google reviews
Tasha B
★ 4 • a year ago
Loved!!!! Offering comparable pricing, indoor/outdoor seating, and restroom available. Indoor/outdoor areas were well maintained and clean. Friendly staff and delicious banana splits. Slush Puppy did offer a little less slush than expected(hence 4 not 5 star) but sure flashed me back to childhood just the same.
Michelle Gillo
★ 5 • a year ago
I've never had a bad ice cream, sundae or shake here. Their servings are very large and they have a large menu. I always get something different every time I go. The servers are friendly and don't usually mess up the order, They have a place to eat inside, as well as picnic tables outside, but we usually just eat in our vehicle.
Tab J
★ 5 • a year ago
Oh BOY YUMMY!! The FLAVORS, the OPTIONS!! the FRAPPES , the BANANA SPLIT IS HUGE AND FRESH ! Cannot recommend more! I had Grand central station with a little hot fudge and a waffle cone that was delicious! I got 2 good size scoops (hard ice cream btw) with hot fudge and the large waffle cone for under $5.00 so also very reasonable prices and quality ice cream!! I didn’t have to wait long even though there was a line and there was outdoor and indoor seating with a public restroom which was clean. There was also plenty of parking , their sign is a bit small compared to other business sign when trying to find the ice cream shop so look out!
Regular Father
★ 5 • 2 months ago
I ordered a quart of M&M ice cream and the poor girl spent 15 minutes painstakingly digging it out of the tub with her skinny teenage girl arms! This young lady was an absolute legend, valiantly hacking away at the ice cream; every precious sliver carefully placed in my bowl like sugary, dairy gold. She used every ounce of her weight to mash the ice cream glob to the bottom before taking a deep breath and going back for more. As her arms began to tremble and sweat beaded on her forehead, noticeable progress became visible. A quarter filled bowl grew to half, then three quarters, until finally, with a look of exhausted triumph, she fit the last stubborn slice of the hardest hard serve I've ever seen, and placed a lid on it. We both celebrated this victory as she handed me my precious M&M ice cream, paid for with blood, sweat, and tears. There were high fives all around, confetti spontaneously exploded into the air, and a rousing, triumphant theme began to play! I never learned who she was, my hero of the Ice Cream Shoppe. She turned away and walked into the sunset before I could get her name. I doubt I will ever see her again, but I know that someday, somewhere, when folks need their ice cream and everything seems bleak, this hero will rise once more to defeat the powers of evil and deliver the ice cream to the downtrodden.
