It’s hot, but there’s one thing that never stops - and that’s coffee.
And you don’t feel that more than in Napoli.
Bad bing bada boom, not sure why Tony Soprano is on my mind. I guess I imagine myself in a cute button-up bowling shirt, sipping with my pinkies up…reading Il Mattino or some shit.
My recent trip to Napoli had me feeling rebellious. Rebellious in the ‘not drinking 8 the thick as mud Neapolitan coffees a day’ rebellious.
(I mean did that too, just for comparison, of course. More on that shortly.)
Instead, I ventured to the dark side, the hipster Napoli side, and ended up with the best macchiato of my entire life.
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