Last night while strolling Westwood, I ran across this gelato joint. I am always up for a gelato and especially one that fills you with a feeling of superiority as you stroll in and get to leisurely choose among a bajillion flavors of home-made sorbet and gelato when right across the street too many Uggs-clad UCLA-ites are waiting in a snakey line for their Pinkberry fix.
(Gelato porn courtesy of Ken Justice after the jump. Click ’em to make ’em even bigger. Mmmm….big gelato…)
Piccomolo gelato dude, whose hand you see in this picture was super nice and kept passing over sample after sample to me so I can say with some authority that it’s all pretty yummy. In the end, I got pear and melon sorbet and Ken got wild cherry gelato. It’s no foie gras ice cream I know, but it was fresh and delish. And there was no line.
So if you’re in the neighborhood for a trip to the Hammer or a pick-up from the Flyaway or the like, and you’re contemplating the Pinkberry line, I recommend walking across the street. You’ll get to sample a half dozen flavors and chances are you’ll be subjected to far less second-hand insipidness.
1146 Westwood Blvd.