the Gelato shop at the bottom of our street sells authentic artisanal Italian gelato and it FUCKS. I dream of the pistachio. And always with a cone, ordering a cup to me is the death of childhood whimsy.
Gelato all the fucking way!!! Ice cream just doesn’t hit the same. Pistachio is a classic but I also love the plain fior di latte tbh. And also yes to cones bc drippy sticky hands is part of the summer experience damn it.
If pistachio is available then I'm falling straight into its silky salty sweet embrace. As mouse says the pistachio gelato from the place at the end of our street is God tier and I am yet to try anything better.
Elsewhere I like a refreshing mint choc chip because it tastes kind of like toothpaste but in a really enjoyable way and I like that it's often a kind of pleasing gritty texture. Sometimes the sensory experience of a cone dripping down my hands is simply too much and it has to be a cup with a cute little spoon.