It was not until I had coffee in Germany and Austria as a student, that I began to understand its appeal. Of course, my introduction to the divine pastries of the Austro-Hungarian Empire that I ate with it, certainly helped blunt the edges. Later, when my husband and I went to France, we thought the coffee there was even better and discovered what my parents meant by demi-tasse. And then many years later, when we tracked down our daughters in Italy and took a chance on caffé normale we finally understood the genuine joy of coffee.
The current teeny cup with a few sips of an intense coffee topped with a foamy surface is actually a
These machines produced a coffee that today would be a good filtered coffee, as they could exert only about 4 BARs (a measure of pressure). A stovetop Bialetti Moka pot produces between 1 and 2 BARs. This is a mildly controversial subject among espresso coffee nerds, who can argue over such topics as the efficacy of electric water boilers vs pump-driven boilers in espresso machines. To make it easier for mere coffee-drinking mortals, I quote the website Coffeelife.com:
The BAR measurement (known as barometric pressure) is essentially the number of atmospheres of pressure exerted upon coffee grounds. A BAR of 9, for example, indicates that the pressure of the water being pushed through the coffee grounds is 9 times that of Earth’s standard atmospheric pressure of 1 BAR.
Currently machines capable of producing a decent espresso must reach 9 BARs (minimum is 7 for barely passable espresso). These are now being challenged by machines with a capacity of up to 20 BARs. These machines, which are usually pump-based, produce the crema which we found, like many before us, so intoxicating. In fact, during a period when La Cuisine featured the coffee from Gianni Frasi, the founder of Giamaica Caffe, we visited him in his laboratorio in Verona and were treated to an excruciatingly long lesson in the intricacies of coffee beans, the roasting thereof and the final product, which had 25% crema – a must according to Sgr. Frasi. We also stood fascinated as we watched his wood-fired coffee bean roaster exude flames. I’m proud to say it was actually manufactured in Bologna! Although we had to recover from our visit with a terrific meal with two wines and a few digestivi, his not-too-dark roasted cups of espresso were extraordinary.
All this might lead one to believe that in drinking an Italian espresso, you are mainlining caffeine. This is actually not true. From personal experience, drinking a big American cup of coffee usually gives me a sort of jittery headachy feeling. Drinking an espresso, I just feel pleasantly recharged with the benefit of the chocolaty crema as a bonus. A shot of espresso is about an ounce and has a bit over 60mg of caffeine, while a normal serving of American coffee is usually close to 10 oz and can pack up to around 160mg of caffeine. Side note: the little glass of water that is served with your espresso is a charming Italian extra – you are to drink some to cleanse your palate so that you can better enjoy the flavor of the coffee.
On a personal level, I’m doing my part to create some American coffee inroads in Italy – but only for the good bits. During some miserably hot weather, I started squirreling away ice cubes (tiny ice cube trays accompany most Italian freezers) and introduced my son-in-law to Iced Coffee, American style, although served in smaller glasses. He loved it.
After owning one of the best cooking stores in the US for 47 years, Nancy Pollard writes a blog about food in all its aspects – recipes, film, books, travel, superior sources and food related issues.
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