To enjoy the warm weather whilst also trying to combat its parching effects, I went on a late night quest for good ice cream. Apparently quite a few Londoners had the same idea as we snaked around the dinky interior of Gelupo, waiting patiently, to get our fix.
As we queued we laughed at the irony at which Gelupo’s temperature sat, comparing ourselves to a pair of Alsatians in a warming Volvo begging for air. Seemingly a perverse employee had turned the heating dial to ‘inferno’, perhaps to exaggerate further the cooling effects of their gelato. Whatever their reasoning, I can’t pretend that I didn’t open their freezers pretending to admire the ‘ice cream cakes’ on offer when I really was after some emergency, cool air, relief.
As usual Gelupo’s ice cream was delicious. A quick taste of the watermelon, cinnamon and jasmine was fresh and well-balanced but maybe a little too complicated for my dehydrated taste buds. Instead the honey-dew melon hit the spot, as did the salted caramel and pecan. In particular, the ‘black forest gateaux’ option of milk chocolate with cherry swirls was creamy and soothing with an addictive sour note cutting through the rich chocolate base. Need I say I’ll be going back for more.
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