mister softee

During the 1960s, his distinct jingle could be heard blaring from 1,000 ice cream trucks in 15 states.
If you want to know New York, get to know its street cuisine. I learned it early. Growing up in Manhattan's Chelsea neighborhood, I would get a lunch of two hot dogs in steam-soft rolls from the guy who set up his stainless-steel pushcart on the corner of 17th Street every morning, rain or shine, Saturdays and holidays, summer-fall-winter-spring.
As people streamed out of the Kara Walker installation "A Subtlety" on a recent Sunday afternoon to buy an ice cream cone from one of the trucks idling outside the old Domino Sugar Factory on the Williamsburg waterfront, I wondered how many thought about the jarring contradiction...
The city has received thousands of complaints.
There's something that brings out the inner child in each of us when we hear that familiar jingle or get handed our cone through the open window.