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Yes I'd like the hot sludge please

The look most servers give me when I order cioccolata calda is that of confusion. I know they are thinking why on earth would someone want anything other than coffee? This country runs on coffee and I'd be scared to see what would happen to it if for some reason it disappeared. Literal chaos would destroy this beautiful country. People running mad through the streets, buildings on fire, the end of the world probably.
But I have a confession. I have had all the coffee. Yes, sinful little Mormon girl tried it all. Cappuccino, macchiato, espresso, and I'm here to say literally I think its the most disgusting thing I've ever had. Honestly, I physically cannot stop my face from that nasty frown face when you have something bitter when I drink it. Yes, I kept trying different kinds of coffee to see if there was one that wasn't so awful, but I have yet to discover it. Literally, I think my personal hell would be me stuck in a dark room where someone has me chained to the wall forcing me to eat pineapple and coffee. I'm already having nightmares.
But thankfully they have steamed milk ( my favorite is rice milk, holy moly ) and hot chocolate. The hot chocolate here is just that. Hot chocolate. Very thick and often not that sweet. Get yourself a Nutella brioche and you're set.



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  1. LaylaFebruary 23, 2018 at 7:22 PM

    You crack me up! You can't just jump into Italian coffee! Gotta start with the crappy stuff to appreciate how good it is!!

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