How can you not love a lil' ol' Italian man scooping out gelato and regaling you with tales from the old country? I couldn't understand a god damn thing he said, but man he was nice - and he gave me salted caramel gelato - fuck yes. The place is small, but awesome - it's family own/run/oriented. Pretty sure they have a baseball bat behind the counter to club any nay say'ers. You've been warned.