Tuesday, May 31, 2011
In those early years, coffee--just coffee in a mug--was on the menu, and we could zoom it right out to the diners, offering refills from an elegant silver coffee server.
Somewhere along the way, the specialty coffee craze took over, and the once simple coffee-and-dessert coda became an entire opera.
I remember one evening when a new baristo was manning the espresso machine. "Three cappuccinos, please!" I sang out (we Canadians always say "please," to my memory, as well as "sorry" [pronounced "sore-y"]).
Oops--sorry for the digression.
Anyway, after I politely ordered three cappuccinos, the new baristo glared at me. "Cappuccini!!" he hissed, reprovingly.
Tell me, how is an Island girl with her head full of Chaucer and David Adams Richards supposed to have learned the Italian plural for "cappuccino"? From righteous baristos, I guess.
So for all decades henceforth I have carefully ordered cappuccini, when requesting two or more. The baristas at Starbucks don't know what the hell I want, as they always repeat, "Two cappuccinos?"
But I persist, my wounded dignity ever seeking the barista/o who will "get" my immaculate Italian coffee-speak.
Till then, let me treat you, gentle readers, to four virtual cups of cappuccini, in these delightful cups by PiP Studio, from Amsterdam, available at Liberty of London.