“Quattro caffè espresso per favore,” Paul proudly asked the waiter in his broken Italian.
I sipped the espresso at first and then gulped the remainder as I had seen done countless times by others. It was strong, quite bitter and not hot enough for my decidedly British taste. I was glad, though, to have checked it off my bucket list. Paul, Andy and Tracey anxiously awaited my review and seemed disappointed when I simply stated, “It’s O.K. I guess.”
“This is not the right place for you to have espresso. I will take to you to THE place,” Paul declared.
And so, on a stroll back to our hotel two hours later, we stopped at an espresso café known for its authenticity, and I drank my second espresso ever. Wiser since lunch and eager to please, I appeasably proclaimed, “This is fantastic! I love espresso. I can’t believe I haven’t tried it before today.”