Meeting Mister Barrista

No one quite knows coffee as the Italian, and lucky for me they're keen on spreading the coffee love by teaching us ignorant swedes how it's done. Granted, my first try came out tasting a lot like the overly milky, half-assed cappuccinos we get in Sweden, but as far as my first try goes, I'm pretty darned pleased.

Also, a big part of me wants to whack him over the head and bring him back home with me. Waking up to cappuccinos like the ones he makesĀ for the rest of my life would so be worth spending a few years in federal prison over.



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