Then sometimes, you luck out.
When I go on a trip, one of the first things I think about is coffee. If there is stovetop access, I load my usual coffee making set-up in my luggage. If not, it’s like a scavenger hunt when I arrive at my destination. Now, I’ve been places where coffee just isn’t around and I survive. I have no problem giving it up for a while. If I am in a bigger city with a slew of coffee joints scattered about, the game is on.
Looking at the map, I saw that Boston had a good number of coffee houses. The trick was to find one with a really good cappuccino. I hit the mother load with my first choice. It was a bit of a hike from where I staying, but well worth the trek. From Cambridge to the North End I travelled, eagerly anticipating the frothy goodness that awaited me. My destination was Caffe Vittoria. When I got there, I didn’t even need coffee to be impressed. It was filled with vintage coffee paraphernalia, which I totally nerded out over. Then there were the Art Deco design elements in the cafe that had me drooling. The ceiling even had aluminum tiling in my favorite color combo, mint green and pink. One of my favorite artistic eras and coffee, I didn’t even care about the taste of the beverage at that point.
I ordered my cappuccino and when it arrived, I must say, I was a bit skeptical. It’s what I usually order anytime I try a new place, and for the most part, they all look similar. Frothy with a bit of cinnamon on top. My favorite place in New Orleans places a small piece of orange peel on the saucer, but still, the same foam and cinnamon. The waitress placed the cup in front of me and yes, it had the usual foam, but the foam was covered in cocoa powder. I mean covered! I sat staring at it for a while, then I took the plunge. What I had was probably the best cappuccino I’ve ever tasted. Sorry Tampa, you have cafe con leche on lock and you have some bangin’ cappuccinos, but this drink was amazing.
Typically, when you read something like “best in coffee” on a website, you have to take it with a grain of salt. It’s the same as every corner store in Tampa boasting “best cuban sandwich”. There is obviously some truth stretching happening in advertising. Luckily, Caffe Vittoria lived up to their claim. A perfect start to the day. The only drawback was that every other bit of coffee I had after that had to compete.