Mexican + SnoBalls = Death Colon
Well, our first snoball adventure ending abruptly after the realization that the closest stand to our office was in fact closed. We returned the next day at 4:00 since they only employ high school students. That was not the worst part. The owners decided to put a sign on the building that says “Tamales”. Now let’s break this down from an internet source (American Public Media’s Marketplace) who knows a thing or two about Los Angeles tamale stands:
“The police constantly watch all the goods and services that are sold illegally here: drugs, sex, fake IDs, even street food. Health inspectors have to dispose of all food that isn’t to code and that might be unsafe. Sometimes they dump full carts of tamales into the gutter. And the gangs in the area, they charge rent to any vendors who sell goods on the streets that they’ve marked as their territory.”
We do not live in Los Angeles. Explain the “Pigs Lips” on the menu? So here is the real breakdown: Initial Flavor = Zero, Ice Consistency = Not my favorite, small chucks of ice, Syrup Level = Light. Once I got through about 1/2 of the snoball and the ice melted, it was decent. If you are craving a snoball drive the distance and get one that paid decent money on an ice shredder and quality syrup.

