Dear Team Capogiro,
I’ve visited you downtown twice this week. Friday night I savored your honey nasturtium, recalling the delicate garden I once tended. While Ann got a Thai coconut cone tonight, I opted for gianduja, passing up the fico nero sorbetto and the lavender stracciatella. You are Philly’s only gelato worth licking on hot and humid summer evenings. Fuhgettabaht water ice, you’re where it’s at. If you ever consider setting up shop in my neighborhood, left of center, let me know.