Originally Posted by
TMOliver
Then there's France, especially in smaller tiowns/cafes, where one still finds local bread and what I recall as almost soup bowls of cafe au lait for drinking and dipping.
Then there's:
"Start your day the Italian way! Cafe Correto!" (sp?), that little alcohol boost that works better than a Bllody Mary.
Ahh, bella Italia
I always like walking through the small towns with my nose following the scent of freshly baked bread and purchasing something for breakfast. Nothing better
