Wander into Crema on a sunny day, ask for a cone of their signature flavor, the espresso-tinged crema (imagine the creamiest possible latte, imagine it creamier--no, creamier! Creamier still! Creamier! OK, that's good), drift out to the patio, sit at a dainty table, and admire the milk-colored walls soaring between the high, twining, wrought-iron gates. Don't you feel like you're in a piazza in Italy (only much, much creamier?)? Now, on your way out, pick up a birthday ice cream pie for everyone you know.