205 Promenade du Centropolis
Bus: STL 42, 60, 61, 66, 70
Visit: October 29, 2013
I don’t dance. I tried a few times and I realized that I wasn’t really that good at it. So, my career as a dancer never really took off, especially when it comes to the fact that I’ve consumed so many burgers that I’ve gained so much weight which makes moving nearly impossible. What this has to do with a place called Tango is anyone’s guess, but this my latest dessert visit in Laval.
On the heels of our visit to Enoteca Mozza and seeing how there wasn’t really a dessert that jumped out at us, Steakman and I decided to seek out another place. Luckily for us, Tango was just a hop, skip, and jump away. As we left Mozza, we tangoed our way through Centropolis to Tango. How many of you are picturing that?
Up to this point, I had absolutely no idea Tango existed. Steakman was the one who filled me in on what the place was all about. He’s been here a few times and when it’s busy, things are really popping over here. Since I trust his choice in places, I didn’t mind making a visit to a place where I could get something decent to finish my night with.
One of the things he mentions that Tango offers is shisha. Shisha, or hookah, whatever you call it is a touchy thing to be telling me about. To make it clear, I don’t smoke or drink. I never have and never will. While some might say that this is safer than smoking tobacco the ‘normal’ ways, it really isn’t. So, I just want to mention that there was no shisha on this evening. My goal was to partake in something a little more unhealthy, the consumption of heart clogging gelato and ice cream.
It was in the early evening when we made our way into Tango. With the aftereffects of the many strained joints and ligaments from the dancing through the door in our minds, we stood there and waited for something to seat us. The only problem was that there wasn’t anyone really there outside what looked like the owner or manager. So, ignoring the sign at the door, we just sat ourselves down.
At this point, this person comes over with menus and explains something to us. This is where it gets strange. After the opening spiel ended and the person left our area, I asked Steakman if he understood a word being said. To this, we both had absolutely no clue what was said to us. I’ll leave with this, communication is important in this day and age.
Luckily, the server showed up not too long after to get us going. But, as it couldn’t get any more interesting, they opened their mouth and started talking. Now, I try to avoid describing servers because I don’t find it important to the narrative, but I can’t help it here. Just picture Janice from Friends and you’ll get what I’m saying. It wasn’t exactly like that, but it was irritating in both official languages.
Now, despite me being a tad bit shallow on the description of the people working at Tango, I have to say that we were well taken care of. When we went up to the gelato counter, the server answered all our questions and took care of all our requests with much politeness. So, you can’t judge anyone from a voice. It’s really bad of me to do that, because one look at me and you’ll know why.
This is a picture of Steakman’s gelato selection. For the life of me, I forgot what he chose, mainly because he’s rattling off gelato choices like they’re race horses rounding a corner. I’m putting up the picture to demonstrate what a large looks like. For 8 dollars, you can have your gelato stuffed in what looks like a martini glass.
Speaking of martini glasses, Steakman tells me that they served fruit cocktails in glasses like these. At Tango, they give you all the components of the cocktail and you get to set it all up yourself. I found that part strange.
Strawberry/Chocolate Gelato ($6)
For my gelato selection, I chose the smaller size which came with two basic scoops. For my selection, I had my normal chocolate because I seem to be addicted to that stuff. When it comes to chocolate, there’s nothing more that I can say about it that hasn’t been said other than the fact that I was happy.
What I want to focus more on is the strawberry component. It’s been the longest time since I’ve had some strawberry ice cream or gelato. This brings me back to my days in cegep at Champlain in Saint-Lambert. There, in our cafeteria, we had an ice cream counter. At that point, I didn’t have the means to partake too often, but when I did, I chose strawberry ice cream. What really marked me about that experience was the slices of real strawberry I found and I could never forget about that.
Back to 2013, this strawberry gelato brought me back in time and that was what I really liked about it. Towards the end of it all, I actually found a piece of strawberry. I had a little burst of happiness right there. I was ignoring quality and taste, as that alone did it for me.
Tango presents itself as a dessert option in the Centropolis area of Laval. The unusual decor allows you to sit around and enjoy some gelato with good company. In all, that’s what counts the most.