Thursday, July 28, 2011

Good bye old chaps!

I am a few hours from flying away to the UK. I am so excited, even though the weather report says rain rain rain and some temps in the 50s. I will use that opportunity to purchase some authentic wellies and perhaps some warm tartan. Yup.

Anywho, not much time as I must review my check list. I just wanted to say adios and let you know that I will twit and use the facebook machine to keep you apprised. I may even lay eyes on our cows distant relatives.


No, beloved animal-hugging vegetarian friends. For serious. There are explicit pictures of animal carcasses below. Delicious, delicious carcasses. Maybe you should check back in on us on, like, Wednesday? When this post has moved down-thread a bit?

MEAT. OPIA. Meatopia. Meatmeatmeatmeatmeatmeatmeatmeatmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaattttttttttt. And us! As dessert!

We were asked to bring our CapoAwesome to this exceedingly cool event on Saturday in Brooklyn: Meatopia. When you get dozens of the Eastern Seaboard's best chefs together to have an enormous barbecue on a pier in Brooklyn, some wise soul is inevitably going to ask, "Hey. HEY. What about dessert?" That's where we came in. Thus, Sarah, Matty, Amanda, Caitlin, Lorenzo, and I stood up and said, "Yes. We will accept this challenge. We are Capogiro, and we shall bring many delicious sorbetti to momentarily cleanse your palate of all those delicious, delicious meat noms. AND PEANUT BUTTER GELATO BECAUSE IT CONQUERS." So we gathered early Saturday morning and hit the road...

Amanda, I think we're being followed. Listen, have you ever tried to caravan (dammit, I'll verb a word if I want) a car and a scrappy but under-powered and maybe over-extended reefer truck all the way up the Jersey Turnpike, over two NYC bridges, and through totally unfamiliar one-way Brooklyn streets? No, I'm guessing you haven't. It was...challenging. There may have been some cranky texts traded. But all would be well! Friends through a crucible and all that!

The view. It was y'know. Whatevs. So we were on Pier 5 in Brooklyn along Furman Street. It was my first visit back to New York City since I skipped off the East Coast in 2002. Nice welcome back. What this picture doesn't effectively capture was the hotness. You do remember it was somewhat warm last week? Yes. Warm. IT WAS A LITTLE WARM. Sarah and I tried to cool off in the back of our truck for a few minutes at one point, but we started getting a little goofy 'n wheezy and decided we'd rather sweat profusely than pass out. Smart call, I think. Dry ice: sneaky.

These two would have had the best view of everyone, but I don't think they were in a position to appreciate it. The cooks caring for these two lambs were the first there, as best as I could tell. And I could tell because they'd already sweat through their t-shirts by the time we got there. Hard workers, cooks.

There's just something about a whole pig cooking that always looks cheerful. I mean dude is positively grinning, don't you think? But he ain't got nothin on...


WHOLE COW. ON A GRILL. It looked like someone had already begun working on the cheeks. I'm assuming it was a chef, not a cook. Chef's are greedy and have an ugly sense of entitlement. (kidding)

Winner. Obviously there was an amazing amount of genuinely, seriously good food. There was lamb sausage and foie gras croutons (!) and a smoked duck Thai taco thing on hand-made flatbread and, and, and...but this. This spoke to me. What you're looking at is grilled blood sausage with a poached quail egg yolk. Hands down, best thing I ate all day. Best thing I've had since Sarah and I went to Southwark, frankly.

Delaware, doin' it to ya in Brooklyn. Sarah and Matty, old, old friends. And Matt. Dude rocked it all day and all of the night. First we make him drive the truck up the Jersey turnpike. Then we drop a gelato cart on his head. Make him loiter in the heat for a few hours. Then he runs gelato back-ups all evening long, from the truck to the near cart, from the truck to the far cart, check in on Sarah in the VIP tent DOES EVERYONE HAVE WHAT THEY NEED? CAN I WASH A GELATO SCOOP FOR YOU?! Then we make him drive the truck back down the Jersey turnpike. AND DUDE IS A VEGETARIAN. There was molten, smoky animal fat wafting all over the pier for hours and hours and hours, and Matt just made it do what it was gonna do, y'know? Trooper. I owe you a beer or three.

Caitlin, scooping til she dropped. Caitlin: not a vegetarian. Definitely as excited about the food as I was. And Lorenzo just kept bringing it, and bringing it, and bringing it. Caitlin tried to keep up. Barbecue slider! A couple bites! Lamb sausages! Okay real quick-like! Oh man those foie gras croutons! Caitlin: I owe you a Gatorade or three. (Maybe a Cinnabon, but don't tell anyone.)

And Amanda was definitely also there and also worked her butt off! And Lorenzo was all over the place! And, ahem, I was hardly just walking around eating, as Sarah has suggested (though it seemed like Sarah spent a fair bit of time under the VIP tent, chillin' and schmoozin', ifyouseewhatI'msayingandIthinkyoudo). But I had to stop taking pictures because: busy. People figured out that A>it was quite hot, B> we are Capogiro and C>our peanut butter gelato conquers like Halladay and our lime cilantro sorbetto closes like Lidge. (One head-to-toe Yankees fan saw my Phillies hat and, unprompted, admitted that our team scared his team. Damn right, I said. I wasn't joking. He knew it.) People got in line three and four times. Mexican chocolate and pineapple mint and pear bourbon and blackberry and, and, turned into a bit of a blur. Scoop and smile, smile and scoop. People were definitely glad to see us, and not just because it was hot. And we're at our best when we're busy.

Suddenly it was like this. I'd really, really wanted to get a picture of the sun setting next to Manhattan, but people need gelato. Then we were out of gelato. It was all over except to pack up. It wasn't quite that simple, but sometimes you keep things within the crew. Definitely a blast, all in all. Lots of smiles, lots of smoky charred fat, lots of gelato...I'm already lobbying for us to do it again next year. We'll see you then!

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Things I heart this week

Beer! (If you know me, this is no suprise). This weekend was a beertastic one for me, as it was the birthday of a friend of mine who is a total beer snob. I got to sample all kinds of yummy micro brews and funky German stouts. He also shared some strange organic cider that tasted exactly like hay, but worth the experience.

Lychee! These crazy little Chinese fruits look like alien pods. So yummy! A flavor unlike any other, lychee have a texture much like if a starfruit and a grape had a love child. We've made them into sorbetto, and the kids have come a runnin'!
Frogs legs! I also went to a BBQ this weekend, and although it was pouring down rain, a French friend of mine brought tons of marinated frogs legs with him. It's true, they taste exactly like chicken. What made these little guys even more awesome is that many of the people there were snooty vegetarians and totally grossed out. Ha!

Good covers! I found this cover through a source that shall not be named, but it's this 16-year old British indie folkster named Birdy doing a cover to Bon Iver's 'Skinny Love'. Awesome. Can't stop listening to this song.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

It's Getting HOT in Here...

If you've stepped outside in Philadelphia recently, you've proooobably noticed how incredibly hot it has been. We thought last week was bad, and it was... but this week will still have us bee-lining for air conditioning. Without leaving the city to cool off at the beach there aren't many options to keep cool apart from jumping in a fountain (which is probably filthy and actually mostly urine). If you haven't already jumped to the logical conclusion, let us lend a friendly hand. Now is the PERFECT weather to stop by and try a frappe with your favorite flavor or two blended together into a delicious, life-changing, refreshing cold drink. I know I would rather sit in an air conditioned Capogiro and sip on a tasty drink than wonder what just brushed against my leg in a city fountain.
And might we suggest trying an incredibly refreshing Cactus Pear frappe? Our very own Jackie, had prepared a stellar blog post about Cactus Pear, only to learn this morning that the kids over at CapoPenn beat her to the punch and posted their OWN. Speedy speedy blog addicts! Anyways. Her illustration is AWESOME, so you all get to check it out regardless of whether or not her Cactus post goes up.

Sean (And Jackie!)

Stone Fruit!!!

We are officially, for a SUPER LIMITED time,
knee deep in Stone fruit season!!!

It is stone fruit season. That magical time of year when juice
runs down your chin and dancing erupts spontaneously.
Can you imagine the response of the very first person who 
had the guts to bite into an orangey-pinkish fuzzy ball hanging 
from a tree? I am sure that they dropped to their knees and 
probably cried. Yes, cried.

Now is that time. Here at Capo, we eat this now. Why? Because,
 you should and that is just what we do. Eat fruit when it is in 
season. It tastes as it should, which is perfect. Eat them now, 
because tomorrow they will be gone.

"The good times of today are the sad thoughts of tomorrow." 

Stone Fruit Season!!!

Lancaster County Peach Gelato
Lancaster County Nectarine Sorbetto
Lancaster County Sugar Plum Sorbetto
Lancaster County Peach with Bourbon
Black Raspberries (because we love you)
Mint Stracciatella - because a little mint with 
some stones is perfect.

Click HERE to order for shipping. 
6 perfectly packed pints for $60 + shipping!

Friday, July 22, 2011

The Story of the Pear

Every child knows the story of the Cactus Pears, but how does it apply to real life? Legend says that every summer the children of the world are visited by a Fruit Wizard visiting earth from the infinite void who casts a level 5 spell of summoning on them. The next day the children are awoken by several pounds of unripe cactus pears being brought into existence with a loud crack. The frightened children then carve faces and other shapes into the pears to prevent their pets and friends from being cursed.

Real Scientists have discovered many uses for these rare and valuable fruits. The skin, when dried, acts as a super adhesive and is used when processing rubber and cement mix. The rich pulpy fruit can be made into a variety of dishes and may also be used to flavor tea. Here at Capogiro we've found our own use for them as the main ingredient in a delicious sorbet. The result is a crisp, pinkish delight with a flavor somewhere in the middle of watermelon, cucumber, and grape. This wondrous desert pears(lol double pun kinda) perfectly with most if not all of the other sorbets and is the perfect treat on these hot summer days. So teleport over to your local Capo and pick up a cup. Now. (Really, do it now, it's not going to be around for very long!)


Thursday, July 21, 2011

Lusting for Cioccolato Scuro

It is a fact of life that one thing will always be preferred over another. When dealing with a product such as ours there has to be one flavor that is chosen time and time again over any other flavor. Out of the HUNDREDS of different kinds of gelato we offer there is bound to be one that is offered daily at all our locations throughout Philadelphia. While all of this makes sense from a statistical standpoint there is no easy way of explaining the intense emotional connection our customers have to our Cioccolato Scuro (also known as Dark Chocolate). In my years working for Capo I have thought about this for WAY to many hours. At first I just immediately accepted the fact that Scuro was the most popular flavor. There have been countless times people have joked with me about only ever ordering something if we still have the Dark Chocolate on that day. As time moved on I started realizing that these people were not kidding. I have witnessed peoples impending tears as they hear that someone 'got the last scoop' of Scuro. I have heard children's dismay as there parents inform them of a 'dark chocolateless' situation. By now I have seen this happen almost weekly for the past few years.
The more situations like this I witnessed the more important I realized this ONE flavor is to people. I began to understand that to many people the Scuro was not just 'another flavor of gelato' but was an immense source of happiness, and often a must have after a long night of gorging on Passyunk Avenue. It really blows my mind to think that we make something so darn good that it has such an intense effect over people, this goes for all our gelato but the person-to-Scuro relationship is on an entirely different level. If you think I'm exaggerating then I dare anyway to come with a group of friends to sample gelato, almost 100% of the people who try the Cioccolato Scuro will get it!

Stay cool you chocolate freaks!

Wednesday, July 20, 2011


OHMAHGAWD, it's super hot outside. Like SUPER hot. It's all over the news, epic heat wave strikes Philadelphia. Stay indoors, keep hydrated, don't go running, lock up your children!! Well no one seems to be listening to most of this advice because there are swarms of people here at Capogiro today. So many that I'm gonna have to keep this blog post short and sweet so that I can go scoop gelato to the sweaty masses. Not that we're complaining! We feel that the best way to stay cool in this hellish weather is to chow down on some tasty frozen treats. So if you can, please walk, don't run, to your nearest Capo and get cool with us. New flavors today, Cactus Pear and Lemon Thyme sorbetto!!! Makes a great combination! Also, New Yorkers, be sure to check us out this weekend at Meatopia in Brooklyn!

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Quakerism! $@&#* Yeah!

From the time I could walk, allllll the way through 12th grade, I attended Quaker school. Like any kid growing up, I expressed my share of gripes about teachers, classes, peers, school rules, etc, but ultimately, when I reflect on attending the school that I did, I feel immense gratitude.
How nice. End of story? Nope. Why am I writing about it? It's a tough world out there these days, and I think we could all use a gentle dose of Quaker values. Some of the values that were routinely stressed in learning about Quakerism are those that I think many people overlook in day to day actions and interactions. They were stressed for a reason, dang it. Quakers were - and are still - smart! Below are a few values that at a young age, I was beginning to understand (though I probably couldn't articulate them very well) as being central to positive interactions and experiences.

Patience. Gratitude. Equality. Open-mindedness. Acceptance. Peace. Understanding. Tolerance. Sharing. Simplicity. Truth.

These values are still core to a functioning atmosphere, small or large-scale, but they are too often forgotten in the midst of anger, selfishness, politics, hurt, loss, etc... Each is simple, and simply achieved given the right mindset. How do we get there? Open our hearts and our eyes and be more aware. Really though, that's a good start.

Although my family only practiced Quakerism during the earlier years of my life, Meeting for Worship was built into the school-week, and was a time that I learned to cherish as I grew older. For those of you unfamiliar with Meeting for Worship, it is typically a 30-60 minute period where a body of people (usually Quakers, but not exclusively!) gather and sit in silence. If you are moved to speak, you rise from your seat and do so. You can say anything. Literally anything. You are expected to be respectful, obviously, but there are no topics that are considered off-limits. You may not directly address other members of the worship, nor may they directly address you, but if something someone speaks about, moves anther person to speak, they are more than welcome to respond so long as it is addressed generally.
In elementary school, kids would stand and say things like "I miss my goldfish Spaz, my cat ate him last week" or "I really liked recess today because we got to play dodgeball outside and my team was really really really cool and we won". As we got older, the nature of Meeting began to change. The depth of what was shared increased, along with relation to current events in the immediate school community and beyond. By the time I reached high school, it was fairly common for Meeting to turn into a discussion, maintaining a wonderfully respectful yet productive dynamic, regardless of whether the topic incited anger, pain, frustration, or confusion.
The importance of respect and open-mindedness are qualities that are often let go too easily. I see it, so I'm sure you've all seen it. It's sad and disheartening to witness instances of ignorance, disrespect, or mistreatment, and they happen literally all the time. I know that with enough like-minded people, we can begin help others realize the impact that a simple positive interaction can have. It starts with you! So what if that sounds cheesy?!

My apologies if it sounded like school up in here. I can't help it. Quaker values may have been drilled into me, but it was in an entirely peaceful fashion, and it was worth it. I haven't been to Meeting for Worship in a few years, so I won't suggest one Meeting House over another, but there are plenty in the Philadelphia area, and all are open to visitors. Check one, or three... out!

Finally, your homework: on your way from one place to another this week, smile at 3 different people. Don't be a creeper, just share your smile! It really, honestly can do wonders :)

Friday, July 15, 2011


Two things I guarantee will make you smile. And if not, well...I'm not quite sure what to do for you. Raspberries. Raspberries will help.

"Of the genius waitress, I now sing.

Of hidden knowledge, buried ambition, and secret
sonnets scribbled on cocktail napkins; of aching
arches, ranting cooks, condescending patrons, and eyes
diverted from ancient Greece to ancient grease; of
burns and pinches and savvy and spunk; of a uniquely
American woman living a uniquely American compromise,
I sing. I sing of the genius waitress.

Okay, okay, she's probably not really a genius. But
she is well-educated. She has a degree in Sanskrit,
ethnoastronomy, Icelandic musicology, or something
equally valued in contemporary marketplace. Even if
she could find work in her chosen field, it wouldn't
pay beans--so she slings them instead. (The genius
waitress is not to be confused with the
aspiring-actress waitress, so prevalent in Manhattan
and Los Angeles and so different from her sister in
temperament and I.Q.)

As a type, the genius waitress is sweet and sassy,
funny and smart; young, underestimated, fatalistic,
weary, cheery (not happy, cheerful: there's a
difference and she understands it), a tad bohemian,
often borderline alcoholic, frequently pretty (though
her hair reeks of kitchen and bar); as independent as
a cave bear (though ever hopeful of "true love") and,
above all, genuine.

Covertly sentimental, she fusses over toddlers and old
folks, yet only fear of unemployment prevents her from
handing an obnoxious customer his testicles with his

She doesn't mind a little good-natured flirting, and
if you flirt with verve and wit, she may flirt back.
Never, however, never try to impress her with your
resume. Her tolerance for pretentious Yuppies ends
with her shift, sometimes earlier. She reads men like
a menu and always knows when she's being offered
leftovers or an artificially inflated soufflé.

Eventually, she leaves food service for graduate
school or marriage; but unless she wins a grant or a
fair divorce settlement, chances are she'll be back, a
few years down the line, reciting the daily specials
with her own special mixture of warmth and ennui.

Erudite emissary of eggs over easy, polymath purveyor
of polenta and prawns, articulate angel of apple pie,
the genius waitress is on duty right now in hundreds
of U.S. restaurants, smile at the ready, sauce on the
side. So brush up on your Schopenhauer, place your
order--and tip, mister, tip. She deserves a break

Of her, I sing."

~Tom Robbins
Playboy, 1991

Thursday, July 14, 2011

The Miami of Canada

Lately at CapoYunk several of our Staff have gone on vacation. It certainly is the time of year for that sort of thing, but what has been unusual is that everyone seems to be going to Chicago. I can't remember another point in my life where people I see all the time kept running off to a city in the Mid-West, especially in the quick succession that they seem to be doing it around here.
I may be making a bigger deal of this than it actually is, but heck 33.3% of our crew have been talking about The Windy City almost nonstop for the past few weeks. This got me thinking about WHAT exactly everyone is running off to Chicago for? Could it be to visit family? Is there a new exhibit at The Museum of Contemporary Art? Is everyone a huge fan of Improv Theater? It it to watch a Bears game? Maybe it's for the upcoming Pitchfork Music Festival??????

I can tell you what it's really all about in just one word: Pizza.

The Yunkies can't get enough of that deep dish Za'. Philadelphia, like most of the East Coast, is lacking in true Chicago-Style Pizza. I can't think of a single spot in our fine city that serves a mean tomato pie in a true deep-dish form. Is it crazy to travel almost half way across the country for a radical Za' slice? I don't know, you tell me.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Peanuts from Space

Recently discovered at Capogiro: A colony of space men living in the top of a jar of Cream Nut peanut butter. We noticed strange movement inside a jar one day, and upon further inspection, have uncovered a vast society of little green men and their primitive space culture. We have watched them grow small cities inside the canyons and craters of the peanut landscape. We have witnessed them start families and send their children out into the world to discover their greatness on peanut horizons. Everything seemed to be going smoothly for a while, but they began to look outside the jar that they call home. Everything changed when they saw me smack Zach in the back of the head for doing something stupid. Without knowing it, I had taught them violence.

Everything changed after that. They began smacking each other for kicks, then they realized that through violence they could get what they wanted. Little green husbands started smacking little green wives. Little green kids started smacking little green dogs. Within hours they had created weapons, for their little green hands were sore from all the smacking. Yesterday a full on war broke out between two rival factions, both competing for the love of a little green princess. Fleets of warriors and very small catapults were sent out to meet in the middle for what proved to be a battle of epic proportions. It was a massacre, little green bodies strewn all across the peanut fields. Little green folk everywhere are now sobbing over the broken bodies of their lost loved ones. Oh, the horror. I truly feel the weight of what I have created and swear to never resort to violence again.

Until Zach drives me to it.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011


If you visited Capogiro 13th anywhere from one time or one thousand times in the last three years, you've probably seen - and if you're lucky, met - Alex.

Alex joined the crew at 13th street in May of 2008 as a 19 year old newbie with a quick wit, a goofy attitude, and a knack for making people smile. After three solid, unforgettable years, and a hell of a good time, she's parting ways with us.

It's not easy to write about Alex. There is SO MUCH to say about her (good stuff, duh) sooooo, silly as it may seem, here's a short list of words that in one way or another, give you a glimpse of this awesome girl.

Happy, laughing, caffeinated, smiling, master of krumping, gelato taste-tester, free spirited, cookie loving, pants fixing, french toasting, recycling policing, advice giving, bike riding, genuine-being (shh, it's grammatically correct), cool-glasses wearing, hat and scarf-making, love giving!

If you're reading this and didn't realize that Alex is leaving Capogiro, stop crying. Don't worry! She'll still be around the city for over a month more and she's likely to stop by 13th a handful of times before she heads off to farm on an island far far away (really! How rad is that?).

Deeeeeeear Alex, we will miss you like crazy and we wish you the absolute ultimate best!
<3 Capo :)

Monday, July 11, 2011

The Women will show you how it is done...

Yesterday we drove my daughter to an overnight soccer camp. She had just returned from spending time with her grandparents and I was not happy to see her go again. I needed some time with her. Alas, she loves soccer, as everyone in the family does, and we had to get her to her camp. The drive was 45 minutes out of the city. We had some time while packing, so we sat down to watch the quarterfinal of the Women's World Cup; USA v Brazil. We had been watching all of the games. John and the boys were surprised at how much they loved watching women's soccer. Of course I was slightly offended. Manny, who plays soccer every day (EVERY DAY!) announced that men could learn and thing or two from these "girls". Yes, he said "girls" and he is 12. My son noticed how the women, who seem to be as physical as the men, do not get knocked over as easily, do not cry and roll on the ground when they are hit and actually get up immediately and do not miss a step. No diving, no faking, no poor sportsmanship. He claimed that they were both mentally and physically tougher than the men. Manny stated that they were less selfish and therefore acted more like a team and were more supportive at the same time they were demanding of each other. Wow.

We had to record the remainder of the game and we hopped in the car. We arrived at the young women's soccer game with our fingers crossed that we did not hear a score. Of course we had little hope. The young women checking in the girls were watching laptops and I could hear the crowds roaring through its speakers. Oh no... A father yelled over, "What's the score?!" I turned and hissed, "SHHHHHHHH. Pu-lease!! We left the house at the 43rd minute." The game should have been over, so I realized it was in overtime. We rushed through check-in, set up Micha's room, tons of hugs and kisses and we covered our ears and ran to the car.

We were very close to where our lovely farmer with his 50 cows lives, so we decided to take a Sunday drive. We ended up in Kennett Square and had some delicious Mexican popsicles at La Michoacana. By some type of miracle, we were able to spend the entire day wandering about and not hearing the score. We arrived at home around 7 and ran to the teli.

What a game! What an amazing spectacle of how one should handle oneself when things are lined up against you. I love Brazil. It is an amazing country. I felt for those poor women who through some poor officiating and their own poor sportsmanship turned the crowd against their team. Brazil is not an easy place to be when you lose a soccer game. Although, some can say karma, I say it is a life lesson. I truly want this country to embrace the beautiful game. The American women showed the world how to be gritty and work hard and play fair. The biggest complaint that I hear about men's soccer is how unfair the game seems to be. Let's hope that the world's women can show them the way.

Now, if you have not seen the game, it is being replayed on ESPN. Go watch. Don't miss the remaining games. USA v. FRANCE. SWEDEN v. JAPAN.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Where in the world is Capogiro Gelato?

So you caught that you can get pints of Capogoodness at Gelson's in Los Angeles, right? First thing I did when I heard that was email my friend Joel, who's lived in LA for, like, ever now. What does he say? "Come open up shop." Capital idea! Where COULD we put the next Capogiro? A few suggestions, just throwin' stuff at the wall:

Mars! I'm a big fan of Mars. It's never hot and humid on Mars. Always cool. And in that low gravity, our sorbetti would seem even MORE weightless! Probably a lot of starfruit on another planet! Get it? STARfruit? Yeah, I'm not really sure what joke I'm trying to make either. Moving on!

Yes, LA! Because they need espresso with soul in LA. Gotta convince them to lay off that corporate stuff (you know what I'm talking about). On the serious tip, think of all the AWESOME produce we could get from the Central Valley. We'd make more than one avocado sorbetto variety! And the nut gelati would be great. LA has lots of nuts! (har) There would be many pictures of celebrities eating our gelato, which is nice, if you're into that sort of thing. Also: low humidity.

Vieques, off of Puerto Rico! I would grit my teeth and volunteer to open this store. It would be a hardship, but I'm a giver. I mean, the Tropics: hot and humid. No one wants that. Well...okay, SOMEONE wants that, given that people live there. And my aunt just bought a house on the island. So people are there! And they need gelato, because again: hot and humid.

Saudi Arabia's Rub' al Khali, also known as the Empty Quarter! I think my kiwi granita would do well here, given that it's so refreshing. There may not be very much foot traffic, though. It isn't known as the Empty Quarter for nothing. But if the store is quiet, then there would be plenty of time to clean up all the sand that would be constantly blowing in the door! I haven't been to the Rub' al Khali, but it doesn't look that humid. Might be hot, though.

Bangkok! Bangkok is all about street food and little motorcycles, right? So we rig up a medium-sized motorcycle with TWO sidecars: one has a freezer full of, well, Capogoodness, obviously. The other sidecar gets outfitted for an 80 pound bulldog. Then we ship out Sarah, Toro, and the CapoFrankenMobile to get our awesomeness's foot in Asia's door. Bangkok, though: unnecessarily hot and humid. I mean, way more than is called for. I'd be reluctant to visit. Maybe in the winter, when it snows?

Finally, Cincinnati! Why? I'm not sure! This was Tim's idea. Which is odd, given that Tim is a notorious galavanter. Just in the last three months he's been to Rwanda AND the Baltic states! So maybe he knows what he's talking about, being that he's so worldly and all. It's a National League city at least, so the Phillies would be around regularly. Isn't there something about some odd marriage of chili and spaghetti in Cincinnati? Gelato con brioche sounds like pretty much the perfect dessert after that. Don't know much about the humidity, though. Need to look into it.

Okay! We'll get working on these, now that I've got rumors started on the Martian blogs that we're opening up there soon. Better start those STARfruit growing! (Still not sure where the joke is here. It's amusing me though. This is what matters.)

Have a great weekend, everybody.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Word travels far..

Whew, I just got back from a three-day mini vacation to Richmond, VA, one of my most beloved cities ever. I moved here from there about five years ago, and left a lot of really good friends. I saw a bunch of people I hadn't seen in a while, danced a lot, went to the river, and ate a lot of super good food. Sadly, there was an epic storm there on the fourth, so no fireworks for me. Tragic, I know. However, I got to hang out with PEACOCKS all weekend (there is a small llama/peacock farm across the road from the house where I was staying and they roam about freely during the summer). I named this one Stanley, and decided that he is a big fan of monster truck rallies, pink lemonade, and George Michael. Go fig.

I was really happy to hear so many people in Richmond speak highly of Philadelphia. When I first moved here, I found the locals to be a bit brisk and standoffish with newcomers, the antithesis to the southern charm to which I had grown accustomed. However all of the folks I talked to in Richmond about my new home had nothing but good things to say about Philly, particularly it's arts and culture. When it came up that I worked with Capogiro, I was also glad to hear people singing our praises. It seems that whenever you travel to Philadelphia, a concierge or bartender will often direct you to Capo as part of the whole Philadelphia experience. I even made friends with a French student on the train who used to go to Penn, and he practically entered into a salivating trance when we were talking about my job. He said that when in undergrad, he had a weekly $20 Capo budget but would often go over. Woohoo for being famous!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

What's YOUR Favorite?

'What's YOOOUUUUR favorite flavor?'

If you've ever worked at Capogiro, chances are you've heard that question countless times. I never can pin down just one favorite, so it's not usually too hard to answer, and I don't have to lie about it. For some reason though, lately I've been more and more tempted to say ridiculous things, and I'm not sure where it's coming from. Perhaps I'm feeling super witty, or creative, or sarcastic, or silly, who knows? Either way, I've had to stop myself from blurting absurd strings of words a couple of times the past few weeks.
Today I genuinely wanted to answer a nice lady's fave-flav inquiry with something to the tune of "Bluedulcestrawraspmangoberry". Come again? God bless you? Can I try it? I'll just take a piccolo of whatever that is.
That answer probably stemmed from a LOVE of berries. A looooove of mango, and a l.o.v.e of dulce. All of which you likely gathered if you have any familiarity with fruit and... Capogiro. I'm thinking there may not actually be much harm in answering someone with a few flavors strung together. Set the confusion aside, and you get them thinking, talking, ideally laughing, and ultimately trying a new flavor or combination of flavors! Amazing! All credited to an over-active imagination?! We say do it. Use your noggin and amuse your taste buds.
What's your favorite combo? :)

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Dear teacher: here's why my homework was late...

Oh man. It's my first batch of granita. It's...I mean, I hate to brag. Really, really not my style. But apparently I'm pretty good at making granita. And of course you add our infamous whipped cream, and what you've got yourself is a kiwi granita con panna, AKA A LIL BIT O' TEH AWESOME. Ben and Kaihly are impressed. Gotta get back downstairs before they nom this jawn all up without me. Come git some. Best hurry.