Really good coffee
coffee in the world in Dingle, Ireland, one summer in university when I was aimlessly backpacking around. I’d wandered into a small stone-carving shop to cool off a bit, and made friends with the dog that was keeping idle guard – apparently a good enough reason for the proprietor, an old Italian man, to offer me a coffee. I can’t remember if he served it with cream or with a lemon peel; if there were floral notes or chocolatey undertones; if it was espresso or Americano or simple drip coffee. What I do remember is sitting in the tiny garden beside his home as he talked to me about his art and what he missed about Italy, while I
