I was drunk as a skunk when I reviewed Casa do Gelado.
Being drunk as a skunk on a Saturday night and then going out for ice cream is not an unusual human experience.
Yeah, the sidewalk rippling under my feet as I walked to the place was distracting.
Keeping the ice cream off of my shirt required Herculean strength and coordination.
But I was still possessed of enough of my senses to be able to have an opinion on the ice cream that was acquired.
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Casa de Gelado is not a legendary one-of-a-kind twenty-eight star ice cream experience.
But it is still pretty damm good.
I have fine ice cream near my house at home.
Casa de Gelado can run with that pack.
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I went chocolate two ways -
Chocolate with salt and Gianduja.
My shirt was terrified.
Strangely, none of the ice cream hit the shirt.
Frankly, there was not all that much taste difference between the chocolate with salt and the Gianduja.
But the Gianduja had great big huge pieces of hazelnut in it.
Bigger than chocolate chips.
Bigger even than chocolate chunks.
I was very happy to have the hazelnut chunks.
And although both chocolates were fairly similar,
They were both high quality Italian chocolate ice cream.
It was a happy close to a happy night.
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I thought about singing my thirty-seven verse English language song "Ode to Chocolate Ice Cream".
Why not entertain the crowd?
My wife convinced me not to do it. read more