I was very sad to see one of the city’s best cheese shops close down right before the summer. For more than 15 years I’ve been walking by more or less daily looking at all those different chesses having my mouth water. Needless to say I’ve been quite a regular customer buying everything from Gorgonzola and Chèvre to all sorts of Swedish hard cheese.
During the summer I noticed how the shop was being refurbished. A couple of weeks later I saw a new shiny chrome counter and a coffee machine inside. My immediate thought was actually: “Not another one of those American style coffee bars. Can’t they come up with something else?”
Walking home yesterday they had finally opened. But not as one of those coffee places I had dreaded. Instead it was an Italian coffee bar, which actually made you believe that you were in Rome instead of Gothenburg. I tried a cappuccino wondering if it would beat Signor Vivori’s cappuccinos in Taormina, Sicily. So far in my travels I’ve never found anybody else being able to make cappuccinos so foamy and creamy as him. And no, this place couldn’t either, but they were pretty close. Strong black coffee together with just the right amount of creamy foam. Very, very nice. So it looks like my old cheese addiction from now on will become a cappuccino addiction.
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