Yes, I’m pretty sure it is the biggest cappuccino in Italy. I usually don’t drink so much milk in the morning, preferring my beloved marocchino to the cappuccino, but one must always be open to making exceptions in life. See the juice on the left? It is dwarfed, and it’s not a trick of the camera. That spoon is not the cutesy demitasse spoon, it’s a full-size teaspoon.
But after the huge Easter lunch I had it was a welcome, erm, digestive aid. So I looked forward to my big cappuccino with relish in the morning. It didn’t hurt that she mixed in some of her homemade butter cookies and jam, along with the cornetto and some juice to give you some fruit in your Italian breakfast!
For the next three days, I’ll be having more of this kind of breakfast – a proper English fry up:
As I spend a few days in London after the volcano interrupted my earlier trip.
Have a great weekend!