Thank God for Italy. It’s given us luminaries from St. Francis to Fellini, epic cathedrals, great pizza, fabulous shoes, neo-realist cinema and the best ice cream on the planet. Italian gelato is so good—so smooth, so luxe, so delizioso—that it’s hard to believe there’s no sacrament involved in its consumption. But no: You buy it, you eat it, you marvel. You buy more, you eat more, you marvel.