Here, as promised, is a post all about the gelato I ate in Italy (see: A trip to Italy...).
When I spent a month traveling around Italy during my gap year, I ate a lot of gelato. We ate at least one cone a day. This was a bit greedy, I'll admit, and my waistline gave away my indulgences.
Yet as a result, I've tried a fair few flavours and a fair few gelaterias. By far my favourite was a little coffee bar in Florence where I had an astounding cone of amaretti and bacio. B, the friend I was travelling with, had more bacio with some wonderful raspberry. You only have to look at my big cheesy grin below to know how excited I was (this photo also makes me aawwwh at how young I look).
Hence when we thought I might go to Italy, Florence was where I wanted to head. Never mind the beautiful city, it had the gelato!
As we headed into Florence, I was getting a bit nervous. I hadn't written down the location when I had been there last and I was going on a vague memory of where it was. I was worried it wouldn't be as good as I remembered. I was worried it wouldn't live up to my expectations or my mum's, after all my rhapsodizing.
I had nothing to worry about. I found it easily. It was just as spectacular as I remembered. I had a cone of creme caramel and black chocolate. The creme caramel was lovely and smooth, if the least inspiring of a great bunch. The black chocolate was jaw dropping. Absolutely stunning. Just look below.
Mum had a cone of the reliably great bacio with some mango. Another big grin!
After we had finished, we went and did a bit of sightseeing. A few hours later, another scoop seemed impossible to resist.
...and so we returned. Mum had some coffee gelato after the choice became too much and it was closest. As a non-coffee drinker, the espresso flavour was a bit strong for her. I thought it was pretty fabulous. Italian coffee and gelato all in one = winner.
As I had stood choosing my first scoops, the fig had caught my eye. I adore figs. My second go around had to be it. It was so delicate and just... words keep on failing me.
I love gelato. I love food.
So there you have it: my favourite so far. I can't in any way claim to be an expert on Florence's gelaterias or indeed gelato itself, but I couldn't help but share.
Gelateria Perseo, Piazza della Signoria, Firenze.
It's in the corner by Chanel, diagonal from the copy of David.