Gelateria Cremeria In San michele al tagliamento

The Bubble Waffle That Shaked the Foundations of Our Marriage Ladies and gentlemen, prepare to read the most honest (and probably last) review I’ll ever receive from my wife of what is, without a doubt, the best fruit bubble waffle we’ve ever had. And no, that’s not a high-sugar exaggeration. The experience started innocently enough. I ordered this divine fruit creation, and as the manager, with his modern-day alchemist air, was about to finish the job, he had the brilliant idea of ​​asking us to leave a review. Oh, the naivety! Little did he know that he was about to witness (and contribute to) a real marital drama in sweet form. My wife, the better half who usually settles for a “little piece” (a term now banned from our vocabulary), had expressed a desire to taste a tiny fragment of this masterpiece. A little piece, she said. A LITTLE PIECE. Well, that little piece turned into a sugary apocalypse. Before I could blink, the waffle was gone, gobbled up with the same speed and ferocity with which, I imagine, the devil devours the unfaithful. Not a bite, not a fragment, not a crumb for me. Just the bitter memory of a broken promise and a waffle that now lives only in my olfactory memory. Despite the personal trauma, I have to admit: it was damn good. So good that, despite the gastronomic betrayal, we are ready to go back today. Maybe this time we will order two. Or maybe three, to be safe. I have learned my lesson. Rating: 5 stars!