Gelatorino

True Gelato Bliss with Friendly Hospitality

Finding Gelatorino, nestled comfortably on a quieter strip just a stone's throw from the bustling heart of Covent Garden, is akin to uncovering a cherished secret amidst the cacophony of London's pulse. My approach was guided by an irresistible allure: the promise of traditional Italian gelato that harkens back to time-honored methods. Known chiefly for their unrivaled pistachio—described by many as tasting nearly like verdant dreams delivering you weekly postcards from Sicily—the flavors of hazelnut and stracciatella there dance a different tango, capturing the nuance only fresh ingredients can summon. The décor mirrors the menu—unassuming, yet vividly attentive, with a spry color palette playing pretend like Roman street art.

Charming hosts like Ash imbue the space with an infectious warmth, making every visit feel like reuniting with a zealous friend eager to spread his love for your favorite frozen indulgence. Service quality varies sharply through reports of aloof staff, but standouts like Ash make amends generously enough to eclipse the occasional barista faux pas. Despite critiques claiming washed-out coffee and petite scoops, the genuineness of certain unique offerings—the notable zesty punch of passion fruit sorbet—carves lasting impressions. There's an unspoken agreement among patrons that Gelatorino is for savored splurges, servings illustrious memories dusted with sweet nostalgia; where mishaps scatter lightly over silver linings worthy of any gelato aficionado's bucket list. — Clarissa Cuisinier