My third-floor apartment doesn’t have air conditioning, and it’s been well over 90 degrees here in Evanston, Illinois. I’ve spent the last week wilting faster than Purdue football. To alleviate my pain, I have been eating a lot of ice cream. Northwestern has nothing on my hometown ice cream at Bellvale Farms, which is, definitively, the best ice cream in America (catch these hands if you disagree). That doesn’t stop me from doing a pointless and arbitrary ranking of Evanston’s various ice cream parlors.
What relevance does this have to sports? I’m not totally sure, but you can definitely visit these places after taking in a hot game in September.