I’m not personally a gelato fan. I can eat it, but most of the time I won’t be thrilled by it. It always seems that I’m just with my friends, minding my own business, when someone suggests gelato. I tell them I don’t really like it that much—but they insist, and they insist again, and in the end I’m eating gelato. And probably not being thrilled by it.
So, even though I’m not, as I say, a connoisseur of gelato, I’d be one to know good gelato when I have it. So this post is not about Italian gelato in general (if you like gelato at all, you’ll love most places here), but about a specific place in Turin, because I’ve been to several places in Turin and only liked one. I’d never tasted anything like it.
Siculo Gelateria is at Via San Quintino 31, not too far from Porta Nuova and the city center. Google the address and you can find directions.
I did not stumble upon Siculo—Walter, the middle-aged Torinese I told you about in chapter one, showed it to me.
“It’s the best in Torino,” he said. The word “Siculo” means a “Sicilian.” Sicily is one of the places where gelato is said to have been perfected, and you can tell when you taste the gelato at Siculo.
They have mango and banana and fico d’india and frutti di bosco and mela and coco and chocolate and pistachio and coffee and lemon and chocolate.
They have fruity flavors, classic flavors, and incredibly strange flavors. They have peanut-butter-flavored gelato and wine-flavored gelato and beer-flavored gelato, and they have many, many other flavors. The flavors change daily, too. So go more than once.
As I said, I’m not a gelato person. But if you’d seen me eating this, you’d probably think gelato was all I ate.
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