Ice, ice, baby. Every New Yorker has an Italian ice hill they’re willing to die on — forget pizza, bagels or chopped cheese. When the mercury hits 90 degrees, loyalties turn frozen.

The rivalry isn’t just about dessert. It’s about neighborhood pride.

Italian ice — inspired by Sicily’s granita and brought to America by Italian immigrants more than a century ago — has been a Big Apple summer ritual, like Mister Softee jingles and fire hydrants blasting open, for generations.

For today’s Gothamites, grabbing one of these tongue-tingling treats isn’t about chasing a trendy dessert — it’s about honoring tradition, ideally after a day at the beach…

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