It’s not like I haven’t had gelato before. I’ve had my fair share in fact. But I wouldn’t call myself a gelato lover, or in a more appropriately Italian vein, a gelato aficionado. Nevertheless I am absolutely gaga over Devine Gelateria in Midtown.
Maybe it’s the creative range of flavors — bananas foster, fig/honey/ricotta, salty peanut — that has me shorting out my keyboard with drool; or maybe it’s the ridiculous quality of the product, so fresh and obviously natural that it makes Michael Pollan look like Colonel Sanders; or maybe it’s the absolutely fabulous (and when I say fabulous, I really mean faaaabulous) service I receive every time I go.
Whatever the reason, I’m stupidly excited every time I drive by the 19th St storefront, giddy like a fanboy every time I see the updated flavors listed on Facebook, and smiling like a dentist’s model every time I walk in the door. I love this place so unabashedly it’s embarrassing.Â Basically, I’m saying, “Hey you should check it out, it’s pretty good.”
Devine Gelateria & Cafe– 1221 19th St