In Barcelona I once got a perfect espresso from an airport cafeteria.
In Torino, any corner bar or cafe will make you a cappuccino to make your eyes roll back in your head.
In Cuba--Cuba! where food and drink are no luxury items--I was served a tremendous coffee in a tobacco farmer's kitchen. Plus we smoked hand rolled cigars, but that's a whole different story.
In NYC, city of gods (ahem), you can travel in a five block radius around your new office and be completely incapable of finding a decent espresso drink.
Blargh.
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Time for an in-office Rancilio Silvia or the like and a good supply of migratory-bird-friendly beans?
I just looked that up and it's a $600 machine. Ha!
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