Cafe, cafe, cafe....

A red neon sign flashes in the steamy window of a local business.
Lacquered wood and jukebox tunes.
An old woman and her son eat a mountain of fish and chips with their coats on.
Well dusted shelves are lined with red Panetone tins and fake flowers in mismatched vases.
Kitsch upon kitschness fold a man's Italian past into a home from home.
Good taste never achieved this level of charm.
European elegance is in the food - the substance not the show.
Top coffee brands, wines and bottles of olive oil.
It's as nostalgic as Elvis on holiday.

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