I’m back after galavanting through Spain and Holland for the last two weeks! And what a two weeks it was. I’ve had the best food, hands down, that I’ve ever had in my life. It’s as bold a statement as it is true.
Let’s start with the coffee. I’m not normally a coffee drinker, but the Europeans employ some kind of brewing voodoo that makes their coffee so, so good.
I had a hard time believing that the foam on top wasn’t milk. It’s just the way many cafes brew it - it’s strong without being bitter, and smooth and creamy without needing any creamer. Oof.
In many places you can ask for “cafe Americano” which will come with a little bit of creamer on the side.
I love the tiny little cups! I learned quickly that ordering a coffee often means you’re going to get a strong little cup of espresso. No complaints here.
I miss the coffee already. If anyone knows how I can replicate this at home, please share! (Do I have to buy expensive machinery? Make a pact with the Devil? Offer my first born? Bury chicken feathers and the hair of a monkey in an ancient cemetery? Do tell.)