Our family makes many trips between Virginia Beach and Greene County and first began stopping at Debbie's Kitchen because our daughter is named Debbie and it's a good halfway point. Their coffee is always good and we all like the cobbler. Recently our Debbie and I made our usual stop for coffee & cobbler. She takes her ice cream on the cobbler; I take mine on the side. I noticed right away that her scoop was nice and round but my side scoop was small and resembled cobbled together scrapings. When I tasted it there was ice in it just as you get from scraping the sides of the container. I tried one more small bite with the same results so turned my attention to my cobbler while it was still warm. Then I got the attention of our waitress and explained about my ice cream and why I couldn't eat it and wanted her to take it back. She took it away but never brought a replacement or apologized or anything so when we went to pay and ask to have it taken off the check, since we were still being charged for it, my daughter asked me to let her do it as she is nicer in these situations than I am usually. I agreed and sat finishing my coffee. Soon from the cash register my daughter turned and said the middle aged lady refused to deduct for the ice cream. So I approached them and explained to her myself why mine was inedible and deserved being removed. She became very agitated saying that there was nothing wrong with the ice cream and that I HAD EATEN IT! She then whipped the ice cream container out, stuck it in my face, and exclaimed that this was where my serving came from and everyone could see it was fine! So now my daughter and I are liars trying to con them out of $2.00, right? Our waitress standing there then cut her eyes to another lady nearby, whose name escapes me, saying this other lady "saw it too", whatever IT was. The middle-aged lady treated us to two more episodes of the ice cream container under our noses while my daughter and I tried to defend ourselves by explaining no one tasted my ice cream but me and the sides of the container were obviously scraped clean. So the middle-aged lady, still very agitated and now even angry, then said she was going to remove the $2 because it was too much aggravation and arguing. I pointed out that we had already had the aggravation and arguing. I also said I was never coming back and she said she didn't care that I wouldn't be back. We sat in the car right outside the window by our table and we talked briefly about how we had never been treated like liars and cheats in any restaurant before and we have dined at restaurants literally all over the world. We saw the middle-aged lady beginning to clear our table so, not wanting to tip our eye-cutting waitress, I took $2 inside, laid it on the table in front of her while saying, "This isn't a tip; it's for the scoop." I have never felt the need in my life not to tip anything at all. We are a large family who have been stopping at Debbie's Kitchen since early 2002 but not one of us will again and we have told our many friends at church and at our various jobs of our horrible dining experience. And we are also going to put it on Facebook. In the car that day, my Debbie & I discussed taking this up with the owner. But we concluded that we believe the middle-aged lady was the owner from all we can deduce from the Internet. We do believe that "What goes around, comes around", some call it karma, and also believe that even if we were the first customers to be treated this way there that it's unlikely we will be the last.