But after the Italian coffee there is no going back to filter coffees or such. I have to say that I really liked the American way of having a half a litre of coffee in the morning with a muffin but when I returned back to Florence I realised what I had been missing. The Italian coffee culture never stopped delighting me. Still after 2 years in Florence, I learnt new ways of ordering coffee: cappuccino chiaro, macchiato freddo, orzo, ristretto in vetro… It was usual to order a different coffee for each person when a group of us was having the after-lunch coffee at our terrace in the hill of Fiesole (but summer-time favourite was always caffe con ghiaccio, coffee with ice). And though people back home just think that I've become a snob, it does matter!
Now I'm back in Brussels where my coffee history started. However, I'm a different person than back then - at least when it comes to coffee drinking. The often tepid lait russe comes with big chunks of sugar that won't melt into the coffee and the Belgian baristas (if they could even deserve this nomination) don't know what a cappuccino is (it's not a lungo with milk foam!). And they then serve it with cocoa powder, obligatorily. I miss those old guys working in the Italian bars, the hard-working man who creates a rose in the milk foam of your coffee without even thinking of it. There you are sipping your delicious coffee in a random bar in a backstreet of Florence, or any other city in Italy, the neighbouring customers in their dusty overalls holding a tiny espresso cup with their little finger up and tasting some miniature pastry (only an Italian worker can do something like this without losing his masculinity in the eyes of his colleagues).
Bialetti's little man ordering a coffee the Italian way, a finger up in the air.
In the cantine of my workplace in Brussels, you can order 'espresso Illy', I guess otherwise the espresso is made out of some shitty coffee. I pay the extra 13 cents. There are no Italian style bars around, no place to have a quick coffee, but well, would I pay 2,50 euros for an espresso that I got for 80 cents in Italy? I've started to be fastidious in Finland as well when it comes to coffee (or ice cream, or pasta, pizza, mozzarella, wine or anything related to cucina Italiana), but the Belgian coffee is of the worst kind. It's hard to believe of a city as international as Brussels, but even the Italian places here are serving their Belgian customers the local way.
To end with a positive note, the service in Brussels is very friendly. It might be slow, inefficient and not even very professional, but the people are indeed very nice and polite. This is harder to say about Florence where I had to work my way to be a respected customer worth a smile in my local coffee bar. On my next trip to Italy, I will finally buy myself a Bialetti moka pot (even though it will never replace the feeling of shouting the order in an Italian bar on a busy weekday morning).
