Gelato Mio

I was going to write a positive review of King’s Cross St. Pancras Station* but seeing as how everyone I know loathes it, I decided to keep my bad taste to myself and move on to something that few can argue against: chocolate. Yes, I had chocolate for breakfast as I tried negotiating the train system to get my vacationing self to Paris.**
After buying my tickets and putting more money on my Tube card (or whatever it’s called), I didn’t have much more English currency on me. Rather than getting a bunch of new pounds, etc. before I headed in to France (not smart), I decided to spend everything I had on some food. I priced what was near and available and came up with sweets. For breakfast. Done.
I chatted up the owner, asked her opinion, shared a laugh about my terrible diet, and settled on a large brownie. She warmed it up for me, topped it with chocolate sauce, gave me a fork, and I got to work. I don’t know whether it’s because I was hungry or it was the first thing I’d eaten that day but… that brownie was truth. Rich, decadent and packed with flavor, my sugar levels spiked through the roof and I, easily, could have run the length of King’s Cross St. Pancras Station with the energy I now had. As a traveling pick-​me-​up, the brownie from Gelato Mio was just what the doctor ordered (or, just what you would need to hide from your doctor).
*Coming here the first time was 4 stars. Coming back from Paris in an attempt to race to Heathrow, I see where the hate comes from.
** The French love is coming.