Give me ice cream or give me death. My palate may have stopped maturing in 1994, but honestly, to me there is nothing better than a melty cone. And I get it-- the city gets cold in the winter. Like, find-alternate-routes-so-I-don't-walk-through-the-astor-place-wind-tunnel cold. But don't tell that to my tastebuds, because I'm craving it year round.