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Submitted by davidnielsen on Sat, 02/25/2006 - 10:53
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The gelato. The gelato. The gelato.

You can’t go to Italy and not try the gelato.

OK. OK. OK. I get it.

I’m not the biggest ice cream fan so I didn’t understand the urgency of trying the gelato. But with my time in Italy winding down — less than 48 hours now - I finally succumbed to gelato-fever.

I stepped into the Gelateria Artigianale in Cesana Torinese around noon on Saturday and ordered a medium chocolate gelato cone for 1.50 Euros. The proprietor gave me a sugar cone filled with a massive chunk of chocolate that spilled over the side.

I grabbed a huge wad of napkins, knowing that there was no way I would be able to finish the cone without making a gooey mess.

I needn’t have worried. This gelato was the thickest ice cream I had ever seen.

There is no way they could have made a chocolate milk shake with this stuff. They don’t make straws big enough.

I walked around town for 10 minutes working on the cone. It never dripped. It never sagged.

It was wonderful.

What was I waiting for?