So we had a group of kids come in today and order gelato, nothing unusual. Until one boy decided his friend HAD to try the coffee ice cream he had ordered. Now I am in the mind set that no child should have coffee, and we have a pint of espresso in our coffee gelato. So the kid tries it and doesn’t seem impressed and goes with vanilla instead. Now not even five minutes later he is asking his mom to try the coffee gelato again. His mom said no, thankfully, but this did not go well with the child. He began protesting that he HAD to try it again because he didn’t remember the taste, that he WANTED to have the coffee one now even though he already had the vanilla. The mother kept saying no but the more she said no, the louder he got. He got to the point where he was yelling “GIMME THE COFFEE ONE! I WANT THE COFFEE! I’LL THROW OUT THIS ONE AND THEN YOU HAVE TO GET ME THE COFFEE ONE”.
It was awful. I don’t know how the mom didn’t just smack him. I would of taken the gelato and thrown it on the ground and yelled “NOW YOU GET NOTHING!!” Which kinda hints as to what kind of mother I will be later on…
So that was that story. The next is less frustrating and more of a slight irritation that shows the kind of town I live in.
Gelato is served 10-15 degrees warmer than regular ice cream so its softer. Now this woman came in and ordered pistachio. As I was scooping it she commented that she wished it was harder. So I informed her that gelato is served at a warmer temperature than normal ice cream and she looked so distraught at this news. “But I like my ice cream to be firm.”
And I told her that it was gelato, not ice cream. She left with her gelato, sad and miserable, and all I wanted to do was shout “PUT IN THE FREEZER.”
But I am a lady and kept my thoughts to myself.
What a day. Tequila shots, anyone?