As many of Amorino’s superb fruit sorbets as you can squeeze into a 37-ounce takeout container and spoon down within the company-prescribed 48 hours. 60 University Pl., at 10th St.; 212-253-5599.
A half-dozen littlenecks on the half-shell from the sliding window at Randazzo’s: the seaside essence of summer in six slurps. 2017 Emmons Ave., at 21st St., Sheepshead Bay; 718-615-0010.
A well-chilled bottle of Château La Rame Bordeaux Rosé, 2010: dry, citrusy, mineral-driven, altogether refreshing—and not from Provence! At Le Dû’s Wines, 600 Washington St., nr. Leroy St.; 212-924-6999.
Zucchini and its flowers bloom on Franny’s latest seasonal pie. 295 Flatbush Ave., nr. Prospect Pl., Prospect Heights; 718-230-0221.
Peach comes close, and cherry is in the running, but the quintessential summer pie is blueberry. At Four & Twenty Blackbirds, 439 Third Ave., at 8th St., Gowanus; 718-499-2917.
The Key-lime fro-yo concoction at Culture is tart, tangy, and tropical, with a graham-cracker blitz. 331 Fifth Ave., nr. 4th St., Park Slope; 718-499-0207.
Because no Greenmarket heirloom tomato should be eaten before its time, ’wichcraft’s seasonal BLT is an ephemeral treat. Multiple locations.
Go to the Greenmarket and buy some corn. Remove the silk but pull the husks back over the ears. Char on hot grill. Sprinkle with salt and slather with butter. Eat immediately.
A teku, or twelve-ounce glass, of Lisa cask ale and a house probusto sausage consumed on the roof of Eataly. 200 Fifth Ave., at 23rd St.; 212-937-8910.
A big chilly bowl of Cocoron’s ikura oroshi soba noodles (grated daikon, shiso, and salmon roe that pop in your mouth like cool, tiny bubbles).
Gorge on tacos and pupusas at the Red Hook ball fields, then wash it all down with an agua de sandía, a.k.a., the nectar of the gods. Clinton St. at Bay St., Red Hook.
Sun Golds: cherry tomatoes that eat like candy. At Greenmarket’s Eckerton Hill Farm.
Every single Riesling on Terroir wine bars’ radical, fanatical lists. Both locations.
A basket of beer-battered, deep-fried McClure’s pickles at Sweet Afton. Don’t worry: The end of bathing-suit season is nigh. 30-09 34th St., Astoria; 718-777-2570.
Acid and dairy make nice in Maury Rubin’s wacky cream-enhanced farmer’s lemonade. At Birdbath, 35 Third Ave., at 9th St.; 212-201-1902.
A crunchy kimchee-pancake-batter corn dog at Asiadog. It’s not the State Fair; it’s better. 66 Kenmare St., nr. Mott St.; 212-226-8861.
City ’Lasses’ switzel is a strangely fortifying, old-timey mélange of lemon, ginger, and blackstrap molasses that will quench your thirst like nothing else (and maybe put hair on your chest). At Brooklyn Flea and Smorgasburg in Williamsburg.
A Torrisi Italian Specialties meatball-parm sandwich at Parm, their new Yankee Stadium kiosk—maybe the greatest thing to ever happen to the sports-obsessed foodie. Great Hall, 1 E. 161st St., the Bronx.
A perfectly ripe Charentais melon (a.k.a. French cantaloupe), the mere scent of which drives melon mavens wild. At Norwich Meadows Farm stand at Greenmarket.
Lobster rolls are as ubiquitous as cheeseburgers these days, but for a proper oyster roll, you’ve got to go to Pearl. 18 Cornelia St., nr. W. 4th St.; 212-691-8211.