it's not a snocone

I asked myself a million times...what the hell is so great about a snoball? And, why do they even call it a snoball. It's a snocone for goodness sakes. I have had the ones outside audobon park which in essence (minus the atmosphere of the park which is stunning) is the exact same thing as the little snow-shack next to the monon in Indianapolis (no I am not knocking the snow shack for all you die hard fans. I too the popsicle lover enjoy the snow-shack).
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Okay, the park is beautiful (new orleans own central park), but back to the point. My mom convinced me that we had to go to hansen's. I had never been due to the lines but knew it was a new orleans institution. So after a lovely day of lounging at the JCC pool, I stood on the side of Tchopitoulas in my towel in sweltering heat for 45 minutes for a delicious Hansen's snoball. And, yes it was completely worth it! The building itself just screams, "don't judge a book by it's cover." Then again, a lot of places in New Orleans epitomize that saying. Here is a picture of hansen's

I go a small cream of chocolate and cream of coconut snoball. The heaven's opened and I was in a new a level of popsicle-eque euphoria. On top of combating my exhaustion from heat, this 72 year old institute was absolutely delicious. Like eating a frozen mounds bars but better. Hansen's Website. So the verdict is out, snocones are delicious, but snoballs and the experience and anticipation of waiting are doubly delicious. Sorry if you don't live in NOLA and can't try one for yourself.