Put Some Salt on It

I’m a sugar cone guy. Always have been. Wafer cones have less personality than Mitt Romney’s dog, and waffle cones…they’re just trying to hard.

Until recently, I had no idea there was a fourth option. (Only me? Did you guys know about this all along and just weren’t telling me for some reason?) Anyways—stopping at Steve’s Ice Cream on the Rockaway Beach boardwalk on one of these delightfully hot summer days we’ve been having, I was caught off guard by the question, “sugar cone or pretzel cone?”

Instinctively, I answered “sugar.” But then I reconsidered when I saw the thick, sturdy pretzel cones. Why the hell not? I went with pretzel, and hell yeah, I am glad I did. It’s not even so much that the cone is delicious—it is tasty—it’s that with each cone-centric lick of my vanilla bourbon ice cream, I got a sprinkle of salt on my tongue as well. Perfection.

Pretzels: good with beer, good with ice cream. What’s not to love?

Sorry, sugar cone. Your days are numbered.

(Photo: Kurdy S.)


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  • Guy Manningham July 17, 2012  

    What’s with the political jab in an ice cream article?

  • Lindsey C. July 17, 2012  

    Vanilla. Bourbon.

    Why didn’t I think of that???

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