A gelato rant
Mar 30th, 2008 by dino-ray
Last night was the first time in a long time I actually did something that young professionals do: go out to dinner with friends in a “hip” part of the city.
After giving my bank account a ridiculous work out, I went to dinner at Viva in SF’s happenin’ North Beach with Arnold, Marivic and Shubha.
We had stimulating mature conversation which included subjects like American Idol and walking in on people using the bathroom.
Afterwards, we went to Gelateria Naia for some delicious gelato…
I love me some gelato. I remember when I was living in Austin, they would pile on that shit into a cup. It would spill over the sides and make a hot mess, leading me to lick the sides of the cup with sweet smacking joy.
But here in the Bay Area, they are a little conservative with their gelato serving. They level the cup off. This has happened to me in various gelato establishments in Walnut Creek, Mountain View, Berkeley and now, San Francisco.
As a hearty eater, I am very disappointed at this. They need to pile it high. Make us fat. Make us lactose intolerant people indulge in a feast of sweetness that would later induce milky gas.
By no means am I knocking Naia - they had some top-notch gelato. I mixed their pomegranate with coconut milk and it was like a dessert orgy in my mouth. I just want them to fit as much of that milky stuff into that small plastic cup as they can.
Okay. I am done with my rant.