I haven’t been to Rita’s Water Ice in say, two plus years. Confession: I don’t much care for the watery, syrupy sweetness that Rita’s is known for. I sure don’t mind her frozen custard though. I was dying for some soft serve last Saturday and Earle kindly reminded me that I promised him Rita’s after the first Burger Club meating (a promise I obviously did not deliver). So we scooted on over to the one closest to us on Broad and Jackson.
Earle ordered a regular size vanilla custard in a cone with rainbow jimmies (they are jimmies, not sprinkles, deal with it) and I got chocolate with rainbow jimmies in a waffle cone. The South Philly kids working the counter thought I was crazy for mixing rainbow with chocolate, but what do they know? They probably think Buca di Beppo is fine dining and Kendra is as classy as Princess Diana.
in the immortal words of Rachael Ray, “yumm-o.”