"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

What’s with this cappuccino obsession?

In Italia, clienti e fornitori si affannano per non farti iniziare il lavoro se prima non hai bevuto un cappuccino.
All’estero, clienti e fornitori si affannano perché tu possa fare colazione in un posto dove sappiano fare bene il cappuccino.
Ragazzi, non so come dirvelo: l’unica cosa che mi piace del cappuccino è la decorazione con il latte. E non siete capaci di farla.

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4 Comments
  • Shelidon
    Posted at 16:31h, 01 March Reply

    Giustamente poi mi fanno notare… fare bene? Parliamone!

    A Gerusalemme, è una sbobba senza schiuma fatta con il caffé americano come base; a Porto, è tutta schiuma su una base con cioccolato e liquore; a Parigi, è una specie di dolce con la panna montata; a Londra, è qualcosa di molto simile a ciò che ottennero gli americani durante il loro Boston Tea Party; a Dublino, è qualcosa da sciacquare via in fretta con una buona dose di whiskey. Ma perché non mi offrite un caffé turco, un latte e burro, una cioccolata, un té o direttamente un whiskey?

  • ragno62
    Posted at 16:58h, 02 March Reply

    anche a me non piace il cappuccino

  • Damiani
    Posted at 22:35h, 04 March Reply

    L’omino biscottino satan è stupendo!!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 10:19h, 05 March Reply

    Vero? Piacerebbe al nostro amato Conte, l’omino di zenzero in versione vampiresca con tanto di gocce di sangue che colano dalle zanne.

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