Welcome to Philadelphia!
Here's a parking lot!
As I have no sense of Philadelphia's geography and only had a google map print-out to guide me as I got off the Bolt Bus (which I highly recommend taking), I had no idea where I was. At 10 p.m. on a Friday night, the 30th Street Station felt like it was at the edge of civilization, where the roads were wide, clean (coming from the perspective of a New Yorker, at least), and alarmingly quiet. People walked by every now and then, but their presence felt out of place. I waited on a bench in the 30th Street subway station for Alex to rescue me...and help me carry my bags.
As always, Alex was in top notch recuing form—he took me straight to famed gelateria Capogiro for my first bite of awesomeness during my weekend in Philly. Unlike 30th Street, Capogiro was crowded, more specifically, crowded with young people. People younger than me. I forgot that Philadelphia was full of universities and thus students who like to do things on Friday nights, like eat gelato.
I felt...old. And I'm only 23. It'll only get worst after this.
So, back to gelato. There aren't any places like Capogiro in New York City for god knows what reason. Do we have too much other good stuff, meaning that we have to sacrifice in the "frozen desserts" department? Poop that. Washington D.C. has Dolcezza; Philly has Capogiro; NYC has Il Laboratorio del Gelato, Grom, and L'Arte del Gelato, none of which is really comparable to Dolcezza or Capogiro in terms of flavor creativity and diversity. L'Arte del Gelato is my favorite in the city, but I don't think they're going to ever make Heirloom Apple Cider with Clove Sorbetto. (On that note, I tried a sample of that flavor; it was quite nice, but I wouldn't want to eat a whole cup of it.)
I ordered a small cup of pistachio and pumpkin. Pistachio is a given; the only question I have to ask myself is, "What flavor will I get in addition to pistachio?"—easy to answer since I heeded the recommendation for pumpkin.
Pumpkin was not of the autumnal, pumpkin spice sort, but just pure squashiness. Alex pointed out that it had a buttery, toffee flavor as well. Definitely one of the most unique pumpkin flavors I had, although a little smidgen of nutmeg or cinnamon and the like wouldn't have hurt. The first few bites of pistachio were blissful, until I realized it wasn't completely smooth and the flavor, while purely pistachio, didn't sustain itself for very long. Keep in mind that I'm unfairly using impossibly high standards of my favorite, buttery, warm pistachio-bullet-to-your-face gelato in Italy based on memories that have festered in my mind for over a year. What could live up to that? Nothin'. Capogiro's pistachio gelato is very good, but I feel like it could be better. Not that I have any idea how to make it better.
Alex got a cup of pear sorbet and chocolate gelato. Some variation of chocolate, at least. I remember the pear much better than the chocolate; it was like biting into a fresh, juicy pear—especially with those granular pear bits in every bite—with less chewing required.
We turned in early that night back at Alex's house-like apartment, which is shared between five people (helloooo, cheap-ass rent!). Or rather, he turned in early and I stayed on the Internet for a few hours before drifting off to sleep on the futon to the melodious sounds of the seemingly neverending scratchings and shuffings of the rabbit in his cage across the living room. I find rabbits adorable...except when they're doing that.
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