Saturday, February 12, 2011


Once upon a time we went to Texas to see my Sister and my niece.  My niece has a boyfriend, which is so very weird unto me, but this boyfriend worked at a place called Rita's.  So one day we all went to visit the boyfriend at the Rita's. 
Enter: heaven.

This my friends, is the Gelati.  Italian ice topped with custard.  I recently remembered how much I loved this and now I can't get it off my mind.  It is haunting me day in and day out.  Infiltrating my mind like a delicious parasitic treat.  It's pure torture to be hundreds of miles away from the nearest Rita's (Arizona) and I can do nothing about it.

Have you ever been to a Rita's?


The Lloyds said...

Ha ha I know how you feel! I want food from sunny's which is a little hole in the wall place in Seattle. Totally stinks!

Geisinger said...

There are a billion Ritas here in Pennsylvania. People here are obsessed with Water Ice...which they serve.

vickyj said...

There's one in Arizona? Where? Surely not Yuma.