My Go-To Florentine Cafe.
I'm not a breakfast person.
99.9% of the time, I'll leave the house in the morning without breakfast and I'm fine all the way until lunch time.
Because if I have to choose between waking up in the mornings to make myself breakfast and sleeping in for an extra hour, I would choose sleeping in over anything and everything.
My time in Florence changed that. Well, to some extent.
You see, I was looking for any and every reason to walk into a little cafe and grab authentic Italian coffee and a croissant. And while cafes served coffee all day, it never felt the same if I got it past 9 am.
Sometimes I'd even buy a fruit tart.
At 9 am. Because I have no self-control.
Caffe Rosano was one cafe that I went to almost everyday. It is on Via S. Gallo - the street a block away from my apartment which was on Via de Ginori - safely tucked away from the hub of tourists bustling around in the heart of city.
Caffe Rosano was the very first cafe that Harry and I walked into, our first week in Florence, and we went back almost every chance we got for the next four months. Rosano, the owner was kind and so lovely to talk to.
Every single menu item, from breakfast to lunch to desert was fresh and delicious and decently priced. You could see little flakes of orange in the freshly pressed juice; you could feel the kick of your coffee the minute it touched your tongue; the sandwiches and lunch entrees were innovative with just the right touch of authentic Italian flavor. When I first skeptically tried the freshly made pesto sandwich, with tomatoes and sliced boiled potatoes, I didn't know at the time that I would come back again and again for it, sometimes even taking it to-go for breakfast.
And of course there were the fruit tarts. Believe me when I tell you, reader, I could write sonnets about those fruit tarts.
Now that I'm back in the States, I'm back to my 'no breakfast' routine.
But I would happily scarf down breakfast food, it it meant I could go back and snag one more visit to Caffe Rosano.
99.9% of the time, I'll leave the house in the morning without breakfast and I'm fine all the way until lunch time. Because if I have to choose between waking up in the mornings to make myself breakfast and sleeping in for an extra hour, I would choose sleeping in over anything and everything.
My time in Florence changed that. Well, to some extent.
You see, I was looking for any and every reason to walk into a little cafe and grab authentic Italian coffee and a croissant. And while cafes served coffee all day, it never felt the same if I got it past 9 am.
Sometimes I'd even buy a fruit tart.
At 9 am. Because I have no self-control.
Caffe Rosano was one cafe that I went to almost everyday. It is on Via S. Gallo - the street a block away from my apartment which was on Via de Ginori - safely tucked away from the hub of tourists bustling around in the heart of city.
Caffe Rosano was the very first cafe that Harry and I walked into, our first week in Florence, and we went back almost every chance we got for the next four months. Rosano, the owner was kind and so lovely to talk to.
Every single menu item, from breakfast to lunch to desert was fresh and delicious and decently priced. You could see little flakes of orange in the freshly pressed juice; you could feel the kick of your coffee the minute it touched your tongue; the sandwiches and lunch entrees were innovative with just the right touch of authentic Italian flavor. When I first skeptically tried the freshly made pesto sandwich, with tomatoes and sliced boiled potatoes, I didn't know at the time that I would come back again and again for it, sometimes even taking it to-go for breakfast.
And of course there were the fruit tarts. Believe me when I tell you, reader, I could write sonnets about those fruit tarts.Now that I'm back in the States, I'm back to my 'no breakfast' routine.
But I would happily scarf down breakfast food, it it meant I could go back and snag one more visit to Caffe Rosano.
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