How can you not love gelato? I mean, I know there are people who don’t love gelato and I don’t get it. It’s the best frozen snack of them all. Also, the word snack. I love snacks and I love the word snack and just say it. Snack. Apparently french women don’t eat snacks. Good for them, good for their thighs, but how?
I haven’t been to Italy – that’s where gelato is from, right? Well I haven’t been there. Gelato in San Francisco is great though. They serve it on the sidewalks, which is something that just doesn’t happen in Denver. Denver doesn’t have cute sidewalk cafes on every corner. There’s some beauty and charm to going to SF and eating gelato. San Francisco is the strangest city because it’s both huge and quaint. I love the street trolley and how walkable everything is (good for my thighs, amiright?). I wish Denver could ever been even remotely close to the same.
I always have dreams of eating fruity froyo or icecream or gelato. I never do it, but I dream about it. I can’t help myself. I’m a chocolate/vanilla/nutty/savory girl. I just don’t ever want strawberry, but milk chocolate HELLO. No matter your preference, if the occasion arises go get some street gelato in SF.