“This used to be an ice cream place. They had the most amazing salted caramel. It was better than sex. Like good sex.”— Margaret Atwood, Bruce Miller, Ofglen, Alexis Bledel, imdb.com
“Food became sex for me – it became my pleasure. And my taste was maturing. Puberty for me was graduating from Thousand Island salad dressing to Caesar salads. It was like going from hot dogs and hamburgers to beef stroganoff, or from ice cream in a cone to crème brûlée.”— Richard Simmons, sbnation.com
“America had become an ice cream society in the last years of the twenties, thanks in large part to Prohibition. Bars and fine lounges in hotels sold ice cream, because they could no longer sell liquor, and dairy bars began to crop up all over the country. It was an incredible era.”— Ray Kroc, amazon.com
“Go for an ice cream date. Then walk and talk with your cone.”— Anna Newell Jones, andthenwesaved.com
“Let me tell you about this business,” Adam Vega, a thickly muscled, heavily tattooed Mister Softee man who works the upper reaches of the Upper East Side and East Harlem, said on Wednesday. “Every truck has a bat inside.”— Andy Newman and Emily S. Rueb, Adam Vega, nytimes.com