Most mothers probably wouldn't take their 3-year old to the dentist, hear his twenty teeth are in great shape and then head to Imperial Woodpecker Sno-Balls, a sun-drenched shack in the West Village, to celebrate a successful first cleaning with a super sweet mound of electric blue shaved ice. Of course I had to turn off the part of my brain that would normally obsess over artificial flavorings and unnatural this and completely unnatural that. Our trip to Brazil, where I was asked if I wanted to add chocolate to bedtime cups of milks, or some spoons of sugar at the very least, probably helped with that. If most mothers there are sweetening their children's milk every night, then I can handle watching my son squeal with sheer joy as he eats a special occasion blueberry sno-ball. (Leo fell asleep on the way there, so he still has no idea what a sno-ball is. I plan to keep it that way for a few more years at least.)
Imperial Woodpecker Sno-Balls
145 7th Ave S.
West Village, Manhattan
*If you or your kids want to take advantage of these perfect—though waaaay too sweet—summertime treats, you should know that the shop is closing for the season on August 31st. The owner told me she plans to open in another location this winter to serve beignets, jambalaya and other Southern stuff.
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