I've spent the last THIRTEEN years residing here, South of the Mason-Dixon, searching for specific delicacies not easily nor often found south of Brooklyn. These include: edible knishes, edible bagels, edible pizza, and the true unicorn: real Italian ices.
Alas! Here they were, the whole time. At Three Brothers, a localish chainish pizza-ish place.
No, I didn't sample any (it's like eleven degrees today) so they might very well taste like asphalt, but isn't it just a beautiful sight to behold? Look at that rainbow of possibilities. I have no idea what flavor that green sludge is trying to be but hey, hope springs eternal.