... is the gelato.
Actually, that is a LIE. The best thing about Italy is the gelato. The worst thing about Italy is that when you go there, they display delicious gelato all over the place for a ridiculously cheap price, make you fall in love and then send you home wanting more! It has almost been two months since I returned from my trip and I still think about gelato every.single.day. Last night I had had enough and I told the fabulous dude that we were heading two towns over to the gelato bar. So, off we went. I had never had gelato in Canada before, or anywhere except Italy, so I didn't know what to expect.
While the gelato I had last night resides wholly on the tasty end of the tasty-yucky spectrum it pales in comparison to the Italian deliacy it is attempting to recreate. What I had last night (lemon and pomegrante) was yummy, yet it was more icy than Italian gelato. We didn't think it tasted a whole lot different than frozen yogurt. Besides, when I got there, I was dreadfully disappointed that they didn't have pistachio or hazelnut ... my two favourite flavours.
There are at least two or three other places near me that I know sell gelato so I guess I have just carved out a mission for myself. I will find good gelato in Canada!