On Friday as I rushed across town eager to discuss the ways of my nephews’ elementary school lives, the sign for the Gelateria beckoned me in. I left with three pizzas (funghi and prosciutto, pepperoni, and margherita ) and three boxes of gelato (mango, chocolate and mint chocolate chip.) Years ago, my husband and I were there when the Gelateria was first open. We once had dinner of ice cream at the Baskin Robbins (or was it Hersheys by that time?) and gelato for desert. When we moved out east, I was happy to find a Gelateria had popped up near home (a rare Cleveland joint in the chainland of Legacy Village.) When I was pregnant, and ate grapefruit for the morning sickness (often like this), I often stopped by for a grapefruit gelato.
But, I had not been there since it started serving pizza. The Valerio’s pizza is cooked in a stone oven. The pizza smelled lovely as I was driving home. I had thought that I would walk in the door, reheat them in the oven, toss a salad, open a bottle of wine, take out plates, set a table and eat a nice dinner with the family. Instead, I walked in to find all my house guests were ravenous. I placed the pizzas on the table and everyone broke into the pizza. My family was really impressed by the pizza—as was I. I particularly enjoyed the mushroom and prosciutto pizza. It is my suggestion that if you are serving boys you order more pizza than you think you need.
The stores namesake was brought out next. I am not a mint person so I had a taste of the chocolate and mango. Both were good, but I have always been a particular fan of the fruit-flavored gelatos; and the mango was amazing. My only suggestion is that you remember cash when you stop by.