Described before our ice cream melts: “Allo, howa are you,” said in his sharp, innocent, charming Italian accent. He doesn’t know our name, and we don’t know his, but it doesn’t matter. We love him like a regular at a pub loves the barman. He’s our iceman.
This is one of the third district’s most beloved ice cream parlours. A mama and papa family business, this place is like a birthmark in the district – it’s always been there, holds memories, and unusually long strands of hair grow out of it (ok, maybe not the last one).
Every single delicious flavour at this old-timer ice cream salon is made out back with fresh ingredients, and your tastebuds would know this fact even if we hadn’t told you.
Our favourite flavour: lemon sorbet or the fruit cup (Fruchtbecher)
We love… the orange and purple décor which has a look somewhere between a 60’s nightclub and a game show set.
Check out our full review of Osvaldo Bortolotti Eissalon, here.
