Italian ice cream really is the best. The man in the Armchair Kitchen remembers family holidays in Glasgow where they went for cones and wafers to the Queen’s Cafe - proprietor Mr. Jaconelli. Presumably the Scots couldn’t get their minds round the pronunciation of Giaconelli. In those days there was no choice - there was only one flavour: vanilla. Maybe it’s those memories that make him choose vanilla over the huge range on offer wherever he goes.
Faced with the vast choice in Italy I think of the ice cream experience as a dessert and go for crème caramel or woodland fruits (but not together). My friend always looks for nocciola (hazelnut) but none of us had a problem resisting the bright blue one. They don’t mention what flavour it is - calling it simply by its colour azzurro - blue..