Buon giorno a tutti i miei lettori leali!
Just whena the Don isa thinkin that there isa no chance for the caffe ina de UK somebodys a tella me thata the place to go to see de real caffe isa Caffe Culture.
Grazie a Dio per questo! So, quicker than you can say kissa ma ring I is makea ma way to Kensington to the Olympia, home ofa de Caffe Culture.
An you know what? Isa fantastic, widda lotsa gooda caffe and witha good machine ofa every kind for de making ofa de espresso. I learna da names in Eenglish, see here: ‘traditional’, ‘semi automatic’, ‘automatic’ anda de ‘pods’. Eesa justa likea being home ina Italia.
Ees fantastico! Every things for what da peeples is need for a runa da good café isa ere.
But der isa strange ting wot I see. There is a lot of peoples walking about posing like dey is King and Queens with a de big show-off! I thinka to me selfa, kissa ma ring.
Dey is dressing up widda de flat caps, scarves anda de aprons and dey is callin deyselva ‘Master Barista’.
How you say in Eengland? I tink some bodysa pullin de sheeps over de eyes.
Ina ma country de barista is the persona who serva de drinks. Dey serve all da drinks to evry peoples. Any drink dat de peoples wanta including de caffe. Datta all dey do. Dey no cura da cancer. Dey no scora de winninga goal. Dey no maka de movies.
Here in Eengland, thinka ‘Barista’ meana ‘special persona’ who isa better than every other peoples becausa dey maka de caffe.
I saysa, ‘kissa my ring’ to all dey peoples who thinka makinga coffee coma closa seconda to discover theory ofa relativity or landa ona de moona.
Isa no big deal to be da big show offa! Because everybodies isa making de good caffe ina Italia. Whatta ifa we alla walka through Milano widda da flata cap anda de scarf? Isa looka like Huddersfield! Withouta de ferrretsa!
Terzo Lección
Anna guees whatta? Whena one a dees guys ina da flata cap is a makea da cappuccino, everbody’s is a whooping anda shouting anda screaming anda clapping anda me tinka heesa whole famiglia isa coma to watcha.
I shouta to him ‘isa only de cappuccino, sciocco!’, but he donta heara me because de head isa too far up ees asino to hear anybodiesa.
I gotta getta outta. So I leava. Caffe Culture? Gooda machina, but dey Eenglish who maka da caffe? Kissa ma ring, OK?
Salute from a Don Caffe!
Hey, you lika me? Kissa ma ring!
You no lika me? Kissa ma ring!