Little Italy

Let’s be honest here, one of the things that is most synonymous with summer is ice cream. I remember when I was young, my mom always hesitated buying ice cream for us because 1) it would melt before we got home from the grocery store, 2) not only are Asians amazing in ping-pong, badminton and in maths and sciences, but we also own the shit out of lactose intolerance. Lactaid didn’t exist back then (or so we thought) and ice cream was a treat that included a long walk down to the local ice cream shop – long enough to rethink and really consider what we were going to have, being fully aware of the repercussions and consequences this after-dinner treat would entail. Little did we realize that the forced integration of dairy products into our diet was slowly grooming our lactose kung fu resulting in a tolerance that now rivals my patience with stupid people driving and my ability to abstain from road rage. Here are some of my favourite ice cream shops in Montreal