This is a post from my other blog, The Writing Moose. This entry is also the reason I wanted to start this little blog dedicated to the talking about all things coffee! I liked this blog so much, thought it deserved a run here. The perfect topic for a Saturday morning.
People crowd around the pastry case first, no well-formed line, just a general understanding of who might take their turn next. Neighbors greet each other at their friendly neighborhood café on their way to work. In the daily life of the Italian, they have a pastry and a coffee for breakfast; a large lunch and finally a demure dinner. There is no snacking in between, maybe a quick apertivo on the way home from work, stopping by ones local neighborhood café once more. A café that no longer offers breakfast goods, but has transformed into a bar with a spread of sandwiches, cheeses, breads, pappa al pomodoro (a little tomato bread soup) and an espresso (un café) with a shot of liquor in it, or maybe a red wine.