Margie’s Candies is a classic ice cream parlor dripping with nostalgia and the best hot fudge you’ve ever tasted.
Deep in the crevices of the lopsided booths lie dust particles that began collecting in 1921. Didn’t think fake flowers aged? Think again. It’s gritty, but with tooth-aching charm.
The waitstaff is friendly and the sundaes are created with lightning speed. They’re remarkably efficient, a necessity on hot summer days when the line snakes out onto Western avenue.
Margie’s covers all the classic bases – no frills, just the essential sundaes. Pints are hand-packed with creamy ice cream packed with flavors that tickle the toes of the child inside you. The menu describes the whipped cream as “whippped to your fantasy.” I’m not going to try an improve on that description. The hot fudge is deadly – it takes every ounce of my will power to refrain from licking the little fudge boat clean. I could bathe in this stuff.