- Joined
- Jan 20, 2004
- Location
- Pictland
OK, bit of backstory: many, MANY years ago I was a poor grunt in the film industry and on a whim decided to move into a neighbourhood that was more or less the “bohemian” part of town. The hope was that the local concert spaces and coffee shops would be a great place to meet people in the film biz and rub shoulders. That bit was a total fail! Turned out the film biz people only used that part of town as sets for grotty, run-down locations that were supposed to be where criminals and druggies spent their days hanging out between bouts of their preferred recreational activity.
However, just next door to said “bohemian” space was an Italian neighbourhood that had been there long before the bohemians showed up. And they had the best coffee shops, by far. And so it was that between hangovers, lay-over hours and fits of screenwriting fervour I discovered espresso. REAL espresso, not coffee flooded with foofy foam and watered down with tepid milky nonsense. This was Italian espresso and it only came in wee cups because that’s how real espresso was served. Strong, a good head of crema and always, ALWAYS with a little sweet thing on the side.
OK, I digress. Now, after 30+ years of pining for a “real” coffee I now share my kitchen space with this:
It’s the La Pavoni Europiccola, a fully manual machine for forcing hot water through coffee grounds and creating glory. And no, that’s not my kitchen and that’s not my little beaker of milky nonsense back there. Just a good picture of the thing to capture the essence of the marvellous little beastie. Sure it huffs and puffs and belches a bit of steam but it is wonderfully old school, it makes espresso as good as you are able to make it — including perfection if your skills are up to it — and that’s it! Oh, it does have a steam wand on the side if you need to abuse your dairy products.
So yeah, that’s my wonderful thing these days. SO happy to have it after all these years and it’s everything I hoped for.
I hope you had a wonderful thing today too.

- Max
However, just next door to said “bohemian” space was an Italian neighbourhood that had been there long before the bohemians showed up. And they had the best coffee shops, by far. And so it was that between hangovers, lay-over hours and fits of screenwriting fervour I discovered espresso. REAL espresso, not coffee flooded with foofy foam and watered down with tepid milky nonsense. This was Italian espresso and it only came in wee cups because that’s how real espresso was served. Strong, a good head of crema and always, ALWAYS with a little sweet thing on the side.
OK, I digress. Now, after 30+ years of pining for a “real” coffee I now share my kitchen space with this:
It’s the La Pavoni Europiccola, a fully manual machine for forcing hot water through coffee grounds and creating glory. And no, that’s not my kitchen and that’s not my little beaker of milky nonsense back there. Just a good picture of the thing to capture the essence of the marvellous little beastie. Sure it huffs and puffs and belches a bit of steam but it is wonderfully old school, it makes espresso as good as you are able to make it — including perfection if your skills are up to it — and that’s it! Oh, it does have a steam wand on the side if you need to abuse your dairy products.
So yeah, that’s my wonderful thing these days. SO happy to have it after all these years and it’s everything I hoped for.
I hope you had a wonderful thing today too.


- Max
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