When I was getting ready to flee Boston, Mérida in Venezuela was the foreign city I most wanted to move to.  Besides being at the foot of the Andes, they have an ice cream shop with over 800 flavors.  I figured I could easily keep myself entertained in that town for at least 800 days.  But I gringoed out and moved to San Francisco instead.  Look what I missed.  Not only do I not know what rose petal ice cream tastes like, but I am not spending every day feasting on cachapas.  Thankfully Pica Pica on 15th and Valencia is, as this Venezuelan kid phrased it in Dolores Park, “fucking legit.”