If a tree falls in the forest, but no one is around it hear it, does it make a sound? If you visit Rhode Island in the summer, but you don’t drink a Del’s Frozen Lemonade, did you accidentally go to some other state in some other season? I realize that didn’t come out perfectly but I think you know what I mean. And if you don’t know what I mean, then you obviously haven’t been to Rhode Island in the summer because if you had you’d be an avid fan of Del’s.

dels

Photo via Braintree Farmers Market

While all Rhode Islanders happily accept Del’s as the pride and joy of their home state, this most delicious creation is actually a family recipe that dates back to the mid 1800’s in Naples, Italy, and it immigrated over to the USA with the DeLucia family in the early 1900’s, settling down in Cranston, RI. Angelo DeLucia, the grandson of the original genius who came up with this sweet refresher, made a machine in the 1940’s to consistently produce the frozen lemonade, set up shop and us Rhode Islanders have had happy summers ever since.

Lemon is of course the original and as far as I’m concerned the best, in fact it’s so good I’ve never even been able to bring myself to try watermelon, cherry or perhaps mango because the second I get within close range of one of the now many shops, stands or Del’s trucks, something internal just kicks in and I need that lemony goodness.

There are a few locations out and about elsewhere in the country, but this is really a true Rhode Island treasure and if you want to try it, Little Rhody is the best option, seeing as it’s pretty much available around every corner. Oh and just a heads up, no straws allowed, you have to sip from the top, tha’ts how it works. The heat from your hand slowly melts the ice, so just shake it around every so often and sip on in sweet summer bliss.

dels2

Photo via Soused Blueberries 

STOP AT THE SIGN OF THE LEMON.

Will you try Del’s Frozen Lemonade in Rhode Island this summer?


American by chance, but Roman by choice, Sarah is currently feeding her adventurous soul with expatriatism and pizza. Her finest moments are always on the wrong bus with a backpack and an upside down map, waiting to see what the world’s got for her next, so long as she can blog about it. She likes writing more than talking, dolphins more than humans, old movies more than new, and Rome more than anything else.

LEAVE A REPLY

Please enter your comment!
Please enter your name here