French Sabbatical

My family's year in France…

Day 264 (21 March 2011) – Designer Ice Cream

Being born in Nebraska in the 1960’s, the idea of “designer” anything may be beyond me. But living with Melinda, let alone living in France, I think I’m getting lots of opportunities to learn. This afternoon Melinda and I ventured out in order to experience the beautiful springtime sun. We ate a delicious sandwich in the center of town, next to the fountain at La Place Royale (go look at this link and you’ll see a photo of the fountain – we literally were sitting at the foot of it, what would be smack dab in the center at the bottom of the photo). Having soaked up some sun, and having watched a man next to her eat some fancy frozen treat, Melinda had a hankering to finally try what we’ve been told is the best fancy frozen treat in the world. Off we went to the shop.

Again, I’m from Nebraska. I was born in the 1960’s. My family ate something called “ice cream.” We bought it in the freezer section at a place called “Safeway.” It came in a “carton.” We took some out with an “ice cream scoop.” If I was lucky, I got an “ice cream cone” (otherwise I ate it from something called a “bowl”). Those are the terms I know.

The shop we entered looked more like a Starbuck’s than a Baskin-Robbins. It had maybe 10 flavors, all beautifully arranged, not 31 messy cardboard canisters packed in ice and served to you by an overworked teen. The workers in this shop were professionals. Both greeted Melinda and me with a “Bonjour, Monsieur-Dame” and were only too eager to serve us. Stymied by not finding “Orange Sherbert,” I passed but Melinda got a “petit” of two things I cannot pronounce, let alone spell, a tiny dish that cost 3,30 € (which based on today’s USD/Euro exchange rate is something like $1000, I think). I didn’t see the phrase “ice cream” anywhere in the store. They serve gelato al naturale.

Go on, learn more about it yourself. The shop is called Amorino and they even have a Facebook page (of course). Oh, and whatever you call what they serve, it IS really, really good. Melinda shared some.

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March 21, 2011 - Posted by | Uncategorized

8 Comments »

  1. You are understating your sophistication on the topic of ice cream. Have you forgotten trips to Irvington? Granny and Grandad would have their feelings hurt if this memory is gone? Irvington versus B&R is like Stella’s versus Burger King!!!!

    Comment by scott smallman | March 21, 2011 | Reply

    • All I’ve got left in my head is, “I want oyr-ange.” And it echoes around in there like a bad song. “Afternoon Delight,” perhaps.

      Comment by Andy Smallman | March 21, 2011 | Reply

  2. Where in the world was that place (‘I want oyr-ange’)? I think we were on the way to Fonner Park or Denver. It was a ‘hamburger/ice cream’ place some where outside of Omaha.

    Comment by Granny | March 22, 2011 | Reply

  3. “I want orange” was in Western Nebraska and had nothing to do with Irvington

    Comment by scott smallman | March 22, 2011 | Reply

    • Okay, I admit I don’t remember Irvington. But I think it’s an excellent name for a town or a city or a village. Maybe even for a kid. Or a bear (could be Paddington’s brother).

      On the subject of towns, Chloe just told me that a Seattle radio station is running a contest called “Cool Bands in Crappy Towns.” And, while hard to believe, a recent winner will get to see Taylor Swift in Omaha.

      Apparently the city of Des Moines was less than pleased about their “crappy town” designation.

      I wonder if Irvington made the list?

      Comment by Andy Smallman | March 22, 2011 | Reply

  4. Irvington would be a cool place to spend a few hours and have an ice cream cone. I don’t see them making the crappy town list. What about Leon Redbone coming to Kirkland on 4/23?

    Comment by scott smallman | March 22, 2011 | Reply

    • Does this involved Goodrich? Some memories are starting to warm up here. Homemade vanilla? Something?

      Comment by Andy Smallman | March 22, 2011 | Reply

  5. Goodrich had great milkshakes, but was different than Irvington

    Comment by scott smallman | March 22, 2011 | Reply


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