Showing posts with label Scuro. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scuro. Show all posts

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Ginger kids love gelato

There have been many misconceptions about ginger kids; that they have no hearts. that they hate fun, that they come from Atlantis, that they will consume your souls, blah, blah, blah. However, at Capo, we celebrate the diversity of all people, day walkers or not. Pictured here is my personal favorite ginger kid enjoying some lovely gelato. Her parents are super awesome (although oddly enough, not gingers themselves), and their three year-old daughter is one of our coolest customers. Here she is wondering where all of the scuro has gone, and probably plotting how she will smite the empty cup for it's treachery. Hey, you're cool with us, ginger nation. You are welcome in our joint any time, so come on down! Except you, Carrot Top. You're a weirdo. No gelato for you.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Cioccolato Scuro Boggles the Mind



A few years back this couple would come into our 13th Street cafe with their 4 year old. He was adorable. Big round eyes ringed with black lashes that complimented his perfectly puckered pink lips. You could eat him. He would plaster his dimpled hands and forehead onto the glass of the gelato case and point ferociously in the direction of the chocolates while bouncing on his toes. One of his parents would then say, "A large Cioccolato Scuro for him and a small Blackberry and Watermelon for me and a small Pistacchio and Nocciola, thanks." When I first witnessed this, our lovely conista did not inform them that a large usually contains 4 flavors. Conista just went to business and scooped four scoops into a large cup and handed it to Mom. Our little cerub had already skipped down the cafe to the martini chairs and was sitting happily, twisting his legs back and forth while gripping the table and humming a little tune. I stood motionless, coffee becoming cold, as I watched Mom walk to her babe with his arms outstretched, awaiting to intercept the cup before it hit the table. Perhaps the large Scuro is for the table? The happy family sharing the rich dark and incredibly adult flavor. Nope. He immediately grasped the cup and spoon and dug in. I moved closer. He was shoveling in the scuro with gusto, as kids do, and chattering to his parents. His parents worked at their small cups, looking downward and nodding in agreement to the words of wonder coming from their scuro monster. I was mesmerized. The three were the picture of contentment.

Just then, our steadfast conista brushed behind me. I snapped out of it.
Me: "What the....does that tiny thing order a GRANDE of ONLY SCURO?!?!"
Conista: "Yup. They are in all the time."
Me: "Do they realize that he is eating more that 1/2 a pound of Scuro?!?! Just SCURO? It's so rich and dark and, and...adult? Just ONE flavor?" You see, we encourage mixing flavors. Gelato is incredibly dense and pairing flavors enhances the experience.
Conista: "We told them that the first time and maybe the second. They said that he is an incredibly picky eater and they were surprised and how he loved the bittersweet chocolate. It's healthy, so why not?"
Me: "Wow. That kid has great taste."

Kids love the Scuro. It is so dark and bittersweet that I am surprised when I see kids choosing that flavor. Sasha and Malia opted for Dulce de Leche! Our good friends have a Scuro Monster (Mister Gabe, who can nail a shot in the upper 90 from 20 yards out!) For his birthday, we arrived at their home with a 2.5 litre of Scuro. This is what arrived in my inbox recently, captioned "At Last! The Perfect Ending!"


I must say, kids are growing up fast these days. At least their palates are! I cannot imagine my parents sharing their precious dark chocolate. My dad would hoard Hersey Dark bars in his desk and would never share. Nope. When I see Gabe polishing off serious chocolate, I feel better about feeding my little guy sweetbreads and when he asked what they were, I simply responded, "Good aren't they? Taste like fried chicken." He was about 7 and he just pushed his hair back from his eyes and just nodded, eyes focused on the "chicken". Muhahahahaha!

Monday, January 18, 2010

13th Street, 19107...A Love Story




This weekend rang in sweet and warm, reminiscent of cooler summer nights and lines out the door. "Melee" might be one of my favorite words, and occasionally comes to mind when I'm standing at the case offering samples to twenty or thirty adults jostling one another, occasionally in drunken stupors, grabbing to be the first to taste Cioccolato Scuro, or those newfangled flavors we've been offering up lately - Molasses, Arroz con Leche, Croccante al rhum...The thing is, speaking for myself anyway, I absolutely love the chaos of a beautiful night on 13th Street. Granted, it might not always be pretty, but it's always interesting and at very least keeps you on your toes.

One of my favorite things about working here is when we have a family visiting Philadelphia for the first time stop by and inquire about where they should head, what restaurants they should check out, is the Italian Market reallyreallyreally far away and scary, what exactly is the Rheeeding Market" they've been hearing all about?? This exact thing happened on Saturday night - a family from the Midwest greatly excited about getting gelato (Dad fell in love with Basil...), and knowing what the insiders know, came in with a flurry of questions.

What did I try to impress upon them the most? Philadelphia and its FOOD! As La Regina has begun to iterate, Philadelphia is a food loving metropolis. I'm from Delaware, and before I moved here would make weekly (ok ok sometimes biweekly...) trips to Philly for groceries. Always hitting 9th Street for super cheap produce and an occasional stop at Fante's, and just as often hauling myself to restaurants all over the city to appreciate the deep and lasting pride Philadelphia's chefs and restaurateurs take in their work.
Now that I've been here for a few years (3, but who's counting?) and have immersed myself into the unique stride that is the City of Brotherly Whiz Wit', I can say with all truth that very little has changed, except I am now among those inflated with the pride a city can bring. Yes, we have our ups and downs, and like I said it's not always pretty, but the one thing I know that I can say to tourists and mean it with every fiber of my being is that there is good food to be found here, and chances are good you don't have to look hard at all. But I promise, it's always worth it, even if you have to walk a few blocks.

Friday, August 14, 2009

The First Lady is Popular!

Michelle Obama and her uber polite chicklets stopped in for gelato. So exciting! I have been telling and re-telling the tale, so here it is....abbreviated.
  1. Night before, blocked off parking on the block
  2. Secret Service arrives next day during a busy Saturday afternoon.
  3. Pulls manager to side - "shhhh....close the store. Mrs. Obama and her daughters on their way.
  4. Manager..."Uhhhh.....ok"
  5. Secret Service (yes they had those swirling earthingies on) "Don't tell anyone."
  6. Manager...."Uhhhh....ok" (Fails to call me, but I let her live)
  7. Slowly escorting all customers after they finish their gelato out the door.
  8. Doors locked!
  9. Motorcade pulls up.
  10. The First Family minus the Leader of the Free World arrives.
  11. Tries lots of flavors. They know the drill. They know they can get two flavors with a small. They know EVERYTHING.....
  12. Mrs. First Lady gets Cioccolato Scuro (I know, good taste, right?) and Chocolate Banana (Even better. The underappreciated fruit gets props by the most powerful woman in the country. Sorry Hil.)
  13. The girls go for the caramel kill - Dulce de Leche and Fior di Latte. Yes, Fior di Latte = Sweet Milk Flavor (Amish Milk!!!)
  14. Mrs. Obama's Nutrition Initiative. She knows EVERYTHING!!!
  15. Manager managed to smile and be her adorable, smart self. Phew...
  16. The First Family sits at the blue martini chairs (kids love the chairs).
  17. The Secret Service sits at another table enjoying their gelato.
  18. Philly lines up at the windows and gawks. I wish I were there!
  19. Secret Service pays and leaves a huge tip!!!
  20. Tears, were shed. The First Family leaves.
  21. THANK YOU FIRST FAMILY!!!!!
Now, said manager was so awestruck that she neglected to get any pics. PU-LEASE!! PU-LEASE!! If any said gawkers got one...can we have it?

There you have it. First Family with their First Flavors.

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