The day is unusually warm and spring like for the rotten month of November.

Great excuse (as if I needed one) to haul my gelato buddy out for a final golden days of fall gelato.

Il Gelatiere on Mount Pleasant Avenue is deee-licious and feels like a little taste of Italy. The fact that all the servers are Italian and charming doesn’t hurt either. Last time we were served I could swear that the gorgeous young server with the dark liquid eyes was being extra attentive to my gelato buddy and I . Unfortunately my friend had to point out that we probably reminded him of his mother.

Damn.

At least there is always gelato.

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