Every Saturday morning we have breakfast at our local coffee bar. We always have the same thing: cappuccino and a pastry (I like mine filled with jam).
Our local coffee bar is not very glam but the owner/barista really, really knows how to make a mean cappuccino. Sometimes he’s “busy” and his wife makes our cappuccinos instead. Her cappuccino is good but not quite in her husband’s league.
More often than not, the bar is crowded with locals. Even the local cops stop by for a caffeine-fix. (Tip: if officers of the law drink there, then probably it’s a good bar.)
Italian cappuccino: a good reason to get out of bed early on a Saturday.