Years ago I found myself in South Beach, Miami. While there, I was introduced to delicious Cuban coffee – cortadito. It’s sort of like an Italian espresso. I suppose some would say it’s exactly like espresso, but that’s beside the point. And not really true. So there.
Here in Los Angeles, I occasionally find myself in the vicinity of a Cuban bakery. When that happens, I mosey in and order myself an itty-bitty treat. With sugar. And that cortadito comes in the cutest little to-go cup ever. It even has handles! As I walk down the street, sipping my Cuban coffee, I feel content and sated. And – I won’t lie here – I always lick the foam from inside the cup. Right there on the street. Here’s another truth – it isn’t as good as I remember the South Beach version being, but it’s pretty danged good for L.A.
And seriously – that cup! It’s darling!