America is, of course, the greatest country, but there are just some areas — especially in the gastronomic realm — where the Old World beats us. One of these areas is coffee.
On my first trip to Rome, I wouldn’t touch two drinks: sparkling water and coffee. By my second trip, in 2024, I’d mended my ways and was full of both by the time I left. To my chagrin, I missed out on incredible coffee in Florence, but I did manage to stop by one of Rome’s popular coffee shops, Sant’Eustachio Il Caffè, and try a cappuccino therein. Immediately upon my return to the States, I started ordering cappuccinos at every café I entered, searching for that magic taste that would transport me back to the land of catacombs and incredible art historians. Alas, my enthusiasm was short-lived, as I found bitterness in each cup and was determined not to dump sugar in everything.
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