I don’t know if it’s Tiramisu creamer in my café or the Armani nail polish I’m rocking (it’s certainly not the mistake of watching “Under the Tuscan Sun” on a recent bored Saturday), but lately I’ve been daydreaming about Italy. Or maybe just the cappies. In fact, I think I’m going to start carrying this photo in my wallet and flash it at the next bitchy barista who tries to pass off a lukewarm chai as extra hot. Now that's service.
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