Tuesday, March 20, 2012
The term Italian is one like Creole. That is a term that at once conjures up a variety of images and yet has no concrete meaning. So without saying too much, Angelo Brocato is the quintessential Italian ice cream parlor. Inside the pink pastel room, an archway of exposed lights colors the pastries, gelatos, and cakes that line the shelves. There are metal tables and chairs, their seats cradling the knees of countless children throughout the years who peer over the marble tabletop looking for uneaten gelato. There is always a line, but the line moves swiftly.
You would do well to order a brick of spumoni, if only to marvel at how delicious a rainbow can be. The spumoni alternates between tart and fruity, nutty and sweet flavors. Plus, check out the doily!
Strawberry gelato lacked punch and the explosion of flavor that gelato brings to the iced dessert world. The chocolate almond more than made up for this deficiency - coating the slight bitterness of almonds with the luxuriousness of the chocolate like a smile on Cruella de Ville.
With summer coming (ok, it is here already), it is time to enjoy a cool treat now and then. There are few better places to do so than Brocato's.
Angelo Brocato: Is it Worth It? Most definitely.
214 N. Carrollton Ave.
Closed on Mondays.