"There are certain food rituals you follow when you’re down the Shore, like biking for sticky buns first thing in the morning, waiting patiently for the Fudgy Wudgy man to pass your beach chair with his cooler full of popsicles, and going for ice cream nightly. In Avalon, every evening, after showering off a thin layer of sunscreen and sand, you go to the Freeze. Look for the charming vintage sign jutting out over the tiny shop, order at the window—chocolate, vanilla, or swirl; sprinkles or a cherry dip; a Freezer with mix-ins if you’re feeling extra—and find a seat at one of the round tables or benches to plot out the next day’s meals." - Regan Stephens
