Punks Ice Cream Shoppe

Walked away empty handed. How does a business function in 2015 without taking plastic. Hell, even I have a PayPal card reader that charges 3 cents on e dollar. On our way to Brusters now.

Been years since I last stopped here… Just as good as I remembered. I’m a big fan of soft serve, and punks is the best around. Their vanilla is closer to a French vanilla, which I prefer.

I ordered their version of a blizzard and it was awesome. Prices aren’t bad and the décor is adorable. The staff was very friendly as well!

This ice cream is the best. The place is so cute the way it’s painted pink… even the parking lot lines are painted pink! I will definitely go back!

Second only to Hank’s Frozen Custard! They have a good selection and good service! Their black raspberry yogurt is my favorite. mmm yummay

Note #1: I do not know their hours nor do I know exactly when they open and close for the season, but I can tell you they are not open year-​round as I’ve zipped by here during the colder months and have seen it closed up.
Note #2: CASH ONLY!
Note #3: They offer both regular and soft serve ice cream.
You’d think the ice cream would have mohawks of pretzel sticks on them. I think «Punks» is the family name, but do not quote me on that.
As you drive along Route 65, you’ll see a building painted shocking pink with a sign saying PUNKS obnoxiously glaring at you. However, when you walk up to the window, you’ll see a bunch of wholesome-​looking teenagers workin’ away along with cariciatures of various employees on the wall.
Punks has a fairly sizeable selection of flavors on deck, but I ordered the Pecan Ball, which only comes in vanilla. Hot fudge is spilled over the large, lonely nut-​armored ball. From there it is buried under a mound of canned whipped cream. After a few spoonfuls, I rediscovered the simple joy of Yogi Berra’s preferred frozen treat compounded by pieces of candy from Mother Nature’s goodie jar.
Kay got a Banana Hot Fudge Parfait (it’s made with soft-​serve) giggling as she relished it in my company.
A warm, evening wind jostled us, a large, loud family squabbled jokingly nearby, and occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the deep indigo sky. All of that and having the following day off from work made our ice cream taste better for reasons beyond explanation.