It was spotted by Reader Ryan in the Nats Park President’s Club, during a stadium tour before Sunday’s game.

I like to imagine Natitude gelato tastes of hope and promise, of confidence and happiness, bursting with deep fruit notes that signify youth and bright sunshine and the ripe products of the earth, accented by the flavors of expectations fulfilled, of dreams realized, of ambitions delivered.

Either that, or it tastes like sweat.