I still remember the first time I had a “real” espresso. I was sitting in a tiny, sun-drenched piazza in Rome, watching people rush by. The barista handed me a cup so small it looked like a toy, but the
I still remember the first time I had a “real” espresso. I was sitting in a tiny, sun-drenched piazza in Rome, watching people rush by. The barista handed me a cup so small it looked like a toy, but the