Pazzo for Gelato

It’s taken me a few days to get around to writing this, but it definitely needs to be written.  Friday night Jake and I experienced one of God’s great gifts to mankind–gelato.  No, not Jello…Gelato.  It’s a beautiful thing.  I don’t really know how I’ve made it this far in my life without ever having any.  Gelato (for those of you who don’t know…like me about a week ago) is Italian ice cream.  And before you go thinking that ice cream is ice cream, let me just tell you…it’s not.  At least not if you’re talking about gelato.  We went to the Gelato Pazzo Caffe, because it’s supposed to be the best.  It definitely has my vote.  And I haven’t even tried any of the other places in town.  It was just that good.  Gelato is much creamier and richer than ice cream.  Ice cream is a weakness of mine, so I’ve had just about every brand and type of ice cream there is, and hands down, gelato from the Gelato Pazza Caffe wins.  Ah…I can almost taste it now… I think I know where I’m going tonight…

-Diana