I happened upon this old commercial yesterday and today’s slice was born.
The smell of coffee always catches my nose by surprise…and I’m sold. The question I always have to ask myself: is it the experience or the actual coffee? And does that matter?
The steaming of the milk and the gurgling of the espresso machine. It’s so European. It begs an afternoon of no time restraints at a quaint little table with a good book, a writer’s notebook, or a friend to catch up with. Coffee is a perfect excuse for me time. It sets the stage. It is forgiving.
Why does the cup always go empty so quickly?