The Lemon Ice King of Corona is a New York legend. I don’t know when I first heard about it but it was probably a good 15 or so years ago, maybe making one of the Best Of lists in either the New York Press or the Village Voice. It was always on my list of places to visit one day. But I lived in Manhattan and Corona, Queens seemed like a world away.

Well now I’ve found myself living walking distance from the place, having recently moved back to New York City for the summer/indefinite future. I’m still getting settled and hadn’t made plans for the holiday, so I figured I should at least get out of the house and take a nice walk, and why not get an ice while I’m at it?

The sign above the door says 25 flavors, but these days they’re up to 35+. Of course I had to try the lemon which of course was great although I have to say with having cut back on my sugar intake lately, I found it pretty sickly sweet (but that’s a compliment). I asked what the second most popular was — peanut butter. Peanut butter ice? Now there’s no bigger fan of peanut butter in the world than me, but peanut butter and ice? I was skeptical. But I gave it a try and loved it. Real chunks of peanuts even.



To me, this place is everything that I love about New York City. There’s a little attitude (note the rules on their sign), but they’re customer service oriented and friendly too. It’s a specialty food place located where it wants to be, because they know New Yorkers love food and will travel anywhere for something good. In NYC, it’s not just about location, it’s about quality product. It’s got integrity and no bullshit. And it’s been family run for over 60 years. I love it!
Lent is officially over. I’ve always thought of Lent as a great time to look at what I was overindulging in and try to abstain from whatever it was for 40 days. This year once again it was sugar.











































I’m really in awe of this little creature. He really has a pre-historic look, the way some reptiles do. Or like some creature from a horror movie. But he doesn’t seem to harm the plant (I found him there again a few days later). I just don’t want to find him in my adjoining bedroom!
One of the small touches of beauty at Dream Puerto Vallarta.
As Kerri was getting ready, we heard a knock on the door. There was nobody there but there was a bottle with a message inside. Kerri read the message and got all teary — something sweet from Augie.


The most fantastic color of roses I’ve ever seen.

Part of the choreographed entrance.




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