And yes, all three are connected.
So it was bound to happen, I had my first truly horrible cappuccino since starting this blog.
*insert disappointed sigh here.
I went to Papa Joe’s here in Boise, a place I used to go regularly five years ago. Apparently a lot can chance in five years. The café side of the restaurant always reminded me of stepping into a bar in France or Italy, the kind Hemingway might be found writing in.
Last May I was lucky enough to travel to Florence for three glorious weeks. Well, the first two were glorious, then my little girl got bronchitis and an ear infection and suddenly a really cool trip turned a little bit worrisome, the language barrier grew dramatically then. Still, we weathered the storm and learn a lot about Italian way of life, the rhythm and little cultural things.
I also stayed in an apartment off of the AirBnB website. That was lovely. We had a rather sizeable two bedroom apartment just across the street from the Coop, a big grocery store; several restaurants; a panifico, a bread store; a gelateria, ice cream; a park; a farmacia, pharmacy, and of course several café’s. And the apartment, while centrally located, was very quiet.
*Said slowly with a sultry Italian roll of the ‘r’ and an elongation of the ‘ll’s’.
Were still talking about coffee right? Well, after going to Marcello I am talking about coffee and I am talking about a sigh worthy moment taken out as a nod to the genius behind the pastries and cakes and sandwiches and other assorted deliciousness at Marcello…la Pasticceria.
Or maybe you aren’t thinking that, but still, I’m going to tell you.
I do like coffee, I fluctuate between several different blends. There are days when a quick cup of piping hot coffee to accompany the coming day is necessary. I also like a “Grande Vanilla Latte” that makes the needy, instant gratification monster in me very very happy.
However you like your coffee, that’s awesome. I don’t think there is a right or wrong way.