The Holy Grail of Gelati:

    

If Italy is the motherland of good ice-cream, Il Gelato di San Crispino in Rome must be the ultimate Mamma of all ice-creams. The gelato there would make you wonder if justice exists at all, and how God can deny this to us non-Rome residing mortal souls. For a more accurate description of this utterly devine gastronomical experience, here's a review from NY Times:

The fruit flavors, which are almost as dense and velvety as the creams, taste like pure essence of fruit, only better, with no watery aftertaste. After a few bites of pear gelato, you wonder whether you'd ever really tasted a pear before. As for the pink grapefruit, imagine only the sweetness of the perfect fruit, with none of the bite.

In 2 days, I went twice, and tried:
* Cream with Honey
* Ginger and Cinnamon - I thought ginger doesn't exist here? Thank god someone knows how to use it with flair!
* Zabaione - the Marsala is definitely there. *tipsy*
* Plum - oh my oh my was it better than the fruit itself...
* Meringue with Nocciola - hazelnut with small, heavenly meringue chunks :d !!