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I say nothing against ice cream. Everyone screams for it. Sorbetto is the perfect palate cleanser, (Sherbert? It's as dead as Oysters Rockefeller.) No, we live in the age of gelato now, and here's my picks for the best.
The only one of the great NYC gelati that is available in supermarket, Ciao Bella is still great, and -- importantly -- much better when eaten fresh then out of your freezer in your bathrobe.
Cones proves that great gelato doesn't have to come from Italy. This Argentine import has as many flavors as anybody, and great consistency among them. In fact, I never had a bad one yet.
Stark, cold, and without even a chair to sit in, this Lower East Side gelato store really does seem like a laboratory. But the results of its testing are just so goddamn good that nobody cares. Tip: eat a hot, salty sandwich across the street at Katz's and then have dessert here.
A roman import with a high-minded green ideology, Grom is more than a little pretentious, but who cares? The gelato is the best you can find. Don't forget the whipped cream, either.
This tiny, obsessively dedicated spot, barely bigger than a newsstand, has a fanatically dedicated following who consider it the best gelato anywhere. And who's to say they are wrong?
What can you say about Eataly? That it's the greatest gourmet store of all time? That its cheese shop by itself would be worth a special trip? That its seven restaurants are all outrageously good? I don't even know where to begin.
Yes, yes, the pizza is pretty good. But for my money the thing to get here is the gelato, especially the olive oil flavor, which sounds awful but is actually ethereal.
Gelato this expensive had better be good, and Amorino is. The pistachio has a cult following, but give me the various berry flavors every time. Don't eat it here, though; take it with you and enjoy it in nearby Washington Square Park.
