Khalsa Ice Cream Truck

I love ice cream trucks even more than I love ice cream itself. Khalsa Ice Cream doesn’t have my most beloved toasted almond, but they do have strawberry shortcake. Two dollars and I’m on my way happy. Thank you, Khalsa Ice Cream man!

The Khalsa Ice Cream truck may be the same one that comes through my Albany neighbourhood. I saw it this evening (maybe heading back to the barn?) as I was coming home from the gym. The pink truck has seen better days, but the soft spoken and turbaned gentleman inside not only knows how to not only sell ice cream, but sometimes gives the kids a break if they come up just a little bit short on their change. And this Dad comes back the next day to pay off that kindness, plus a little bit extra.
My son is a huge fan and it doesn’t matter how much dinner or dessert he has already consumed. The music from the truck makes it a pied pipe as various kids follow it down the street and usually to the Park. My son also often asks for a couple extra dollars so that he can treat one of his friends. And that’s one of the things that make a great neighbourhood.

There’s a song that rings through my neighborhood every evening around 7pm. It’s the turbaned pied piper of ice cream, moseying along in his bubble gum pink chariot of frozen goodies. His English repertoire is small, but he understands «Rocket Pop» «Big Dipper Cone» and «Blue Bunny» just fine. The important things in life! Where are the kulfi and cardamom flavors though?
At two bucks a piece, they’re a relatively pricey novelty, coming from the big junk producers of America. I guess the gas/​delivery tax adds up, eh? Fortunately, the glee of running after a sugary treat elicits a thrill and rush that’s not lost to the decades. This happy tradition is well worth a revival. Eating a cone on a stoop is a pleasure all sunny days should bring, no matter how empty or nasty the filling may be.