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Colin Albani's
Italian Journal.
Mr Coffee Bean
OK, the first time that anyone without Italian DNA finds themselves struggling to order a coffee at the bar counter, it becomes an unexpected tragicomedy that leads to a vital reflection: how did I survive until today simply ordering a long coffee? Once in front of an Italian bar counter, you find yourself in the presence of an infinite choice of coffee genres and sub-genres, all with their own history and dignity, all worthy of intense conversation, even between haughty, highly qualified professionals. After two and a half years of happy then increasingly frustrating attempts and various encouragements from everyone, including the bartenders who don't feel like serving me an American coffee anymore (shame of shame!), I learned to ask for a long macchiato, my Maginot Line between civilisation and barbarism. I celebrate this success every day, worried about possible future developments... When will I be forced to upgrade?
