I have a gelato problem.
Working in the financial district puts me entirely too close to the North End, Boston's version of Little Italy. On clear days I often stroll along the waterfront of Christopher Columbus park, along Commercial Street, and meander to the Italian main drag of Hanover Street. Therein stand the locations of many an indulgent activity: rich food, bakeries, wine, pizza stands and -- yep -- gelato.
The sudden insurgence of warm weather isn't fighting my case, either. Find me at one of a few gelato shops in the neighborhood, usually hunched over a dish, eating while walking, and trying not to spill my fast-melting treat.
You're invited to join, too. But let me know beforehand, please.
I'm trying to cut down to just once a week.
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