Ice Cream Summer v2.0: Bellying Up to the Gelato Bar
The summer before last, I ran a series called Ice Cream Summer, whereupon I undertook the dreadful, nasty, difficult, and troublesome task of tasting the wares of many of our fair city's many ice creameries. I crowned the victor as Gelato Paradiso, a then-new gelato bar located smack dab in the heart of all the dressed-up character melee of Hollywood Boulevard.
But so much has happened in the world of frozen dairy (or non-dairy, ahem) desserts since then, including both the demise of Gelato Paradiso, and the world domination-like arrival of a multitude of NameOfColor/NameOfFruit frozen yogurt shops. (What's taking Gelato Paradiso's place, you ask? Why, Ce Fiore--a frozen yogurt shop--of course!) But it's not just the cold of the creamy snack or dessert fare that's making us shudder. It's the fact that we're settling for yogurt (or fake yogurt, is the jury still out on that one?) with pricey toppings (it's just fruit, people, you can buy it in the store and cut it up yourself to the same effect) when we could have something so much better.
So Ice Cream Summer v2.0 has arrived. This is a "NO FRO-YO" zone, mind you. You go wait in line at Pinkberry. Because we're starting things off in Studio City with a heaping cup loaded with Gail Silverton's gelato at her aptly named Gelato Bar. Come, join us...