I was traveling with a friend on the usual itinerary, (Roma, Firenze, Milano), and my survival Italian, if you will, reflected my motives.I was in Italy, I would drink a cappuccino, or 4, everyday. Judge me not.
“A cappuccino after 1? How could you?” asked my Italian dinner mate.
We were overlooking a glowing bay as the sun was setting. As I delighted in my pasta with its complementing octopus, I was reveling in all things Italian. Cappuncinos naturally came up.
My dinner mate reiterated. An Italian would never do that; a cappuccino is only reserved for the morning. Her reasoning, there’s too much milk in a cappuccino to be served later in the day.
But tiramisu with cappuccino? I asked. (Undoubtably an inquisition that failed to hide my disappointment.)
The unvarying answer, no. Espresso though, they reassured me, is always fitting and delicious.
The last two photos are a small tease from my trip to Tuscany! There were copious cups of espresso, and for me, even a few (too many) morning cappuccinos.
I’m curious. Like me, do you like cappuccinos at any hour of the day or are you a purist like the Italians? I’ll admit, here in Madrid, I prefer to order “un cappuccino” whenever I can! And unlike an Italian, I occasionally upgrade to the American-style grande. However, my three days in Tuscany did enlighten me. The quality of Italian espresso truly is supreme.