We love our coffee. Ever since the trip to Italy back in 2007, good coffee has been the order of the day. Each day, in fact. Christmas 2007 saw an espresso machine under the tree that has been used possibly more than any other gift I have ever received. Americanos replaced the horrid no-name coffee at work, and then it became a daily rite.
Then, we discovered Spanish Lattes over at Cafe Artigiano.
Delicious stuff, but we didn’t realize how beautiful they looked until I picked up a couple of clear coffee cups last month.
Not bad for an untrained barista.
