It seems like we have figured out how to recognize Gelateria in Rome. Where to go and where it’s best not to; all at the same time. Guess more of which ones we did find?  The ones where the gelato tubs stand at the showcase, under the glass, tempting you with fruits spread on top; this way letting you know which gelato is which out of which. The more of these fruits, this lecherous strawberry and fervent mango, are spread on the ice cream; the more you don’t go there (yes, I wanted to rhyme it badly, forgive me). Well, do get me right it would be fine, yet not perfect. You must go where gelato is under the lid. And no one puts stuff on it, because there is nothing to put, nothing. Because no one knows, how should fucking ecstasy look like.

This particular gelateria I did accidentally pop in to, when first time in Rome and ate everything there. Yet, not all. Then I took my children there and my son put his finger at the signboard «Crema Dal 1947» and said: this one. I shrugged, because he is strict and it is useless to tempt him with stracciatella, chocolate, pear with ginger or with forest berries. I want crema of 1947 and that’s it. Well, a splash of chocolate on top (you get this option there).

Once again we ate everything, yet our hearts were given to that crema. There «ice cream is in scoops» you can take one, two, three, a box to take home. But among all of it there should be crema of 1947. It is indescribable. We have never tried this crema before, but we knew for sure – that crema is SOMETHING. A good gelato is like this; you know what you get from the description. They should have a sign at the entrance: «cautiously, very addictive with possible withdrawal syndrome», but they did not write it down. I write it now. Caution! Eat everything there. And do not do stupid things like I did. I was always offered: “cream on top?“ and kept on saying: «thank you no.» Only fools can do such a mistake. But the last day, I said yes. Lick then another lick and then I wanted to scream — more, more cream! It is so airy, not sweet, not fat; it dissolves in your mouth, smiles inside of you, and you are, like – «ah, here it is, fucking happiness.»