I’m a coffee lover. Born in the rural English backwaters, a mug of Yorkshire Tea and a dash of milk was my poison before I transplanted to Tuscany. “Una tazza di tè con latte” won me few friends at the ex-Bar Silvana along via de’ Neri. My colleagues were out of the door before the milk had been poured and the barista was puzzled when I declined his sliver of lemon. So, I switched to un caffè and never looked back.