I AM COFFEE “I’m too Italian for New York, Alice,” the impossibly broad-shouldered Nicola Finotto complained to me. With Beagle-like sad eyes behind his retro, oversized aviators, he poured me a coffee drink of his own invention. But truly, he wasn’t really sad at all.
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