The bar-served espresso is one of my favorite rituals. Ubiquitous throughout Europe and South America, where any time is a good time for a pause in the day. In the US, such a luxury is a victim of the “eat-while-moving” and “bigger is better” mentality. The very same that gives us “wraps” and energy shakes and other food devices packaged as to be consumable while driving and texting.
I am known to lament the lack of this ritual quite vocally and am notorious for making the airport espresso bar my last stop when leaving Italy, France or Spain. so finding the occasion here in Miami is quite a treat. Next time you face the opportunity for a coffee, rather than fumble with lids and creamer, and Vente versus Grande, ask for an espresso, insist on a porcelain cup and enjoy it right at the machine, leaning against the counter, striking up a conversation with the green-apron person. You may get looks, you may get asked to move, but if you can pull it of, it may be the most relaxing 3 minutes if your day.