The first time we had a snoball from Icy Delights, we noticed something different about it, even though it was just a humble black cherry. Sure it was the undeniably superior shaved ice as opposed to crushed, and yes, it came in a Styrofoam cup, with both spoon and straw, a paragon of Baltimore snoball correctitude. But the ice, mounded up inches higher than usual, was so loaded with syrup that even gravity's uncaring pull could not sap the flavor from the upper surfaces. And the flavor, intense but not overly sugary, persisted all the way to the last cringe-inducing plastic-on-Styrofoam scrape. Indeed, though it may lack the 100-some odd flavors of other stands, Icy Delights makes its own flavors. That, my friend, is checkmate.