The smells of cinnamon, sugar and coffee hit you as soon as you step out of the lift. You let your nose lead you to a cart in the lobby. The boy beside it couldn't be older than ten, the bottom of his apron resting on his toes. Although you hardly remember anything from your semester of Italian classes, you do remember this.
"Un caffè e un biscotti, per favored."
You smile at the boy and trade currency for an Italian breakfast for champions.
Keep your cookies fresh and delicious with a hand painted Biscotti Jar.