I still remember a perfect cappuccino I drank in a cafe in Amsterdam. I loved it so much, I went back for more a couple of days later. Turns out, they roast their own beans and they might get it perfect or… not. I wasn’t able to finish my second cappuccino. I never set foot there again, but the first cup still appears in my dreams.
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