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..
Griffindor: Rome; warm bright sun, late nights, pizza, the best summer, ice cream, italian spirit, driving with a motobike, hair in the wind, laughter
Hufflepuff: Paris; sweets everyhwere, crêpe, maccarons, ice cream, etc., the eifel tower, making cute photos infront of it, french boys
Ravenclaw: Berlin; interesting museums, history everywhere, cool urban spots, different/punk/gothic/hipster people => you will only meet individuals there, no one looks the same, Döner
Slytherin: Prague, drugs, alcohol, early fresh mornings, near a river, old buildings, great language, weird intellectual individual people, old curches, small streets, good coffee, big beautiful gardens
This stray Italian greyhound These inconvenient fireworks This icecream covered screaming hyperactive thought God I just want to lay down These colors make my eyes hurt This feeling calls for everything that I am Not
There is a Italian Ice Cream Company that creates ice cream of every flavour known to wizard. They make ice cream from strawberry flavoured to the less popular gillyweed flavoured and ship globally. In fact it is them that supplied Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour up until it closed during the war.