The Thousands

Squeezed into a café reminiscent of the interior of a boat meets a king-sized Italian larder is Latteria (Italian for ‘dairy’). The Segafredo coffee is nutty and mild (for those that don’t thrive on caffeine-induced heart murmur) so you can enjoy a few in one sitting as you chew through the food and communal newspapers. Highly recommended is the salami turkish and the mortadella rosetta with marinated mushrooms.

Grab a table or pull up a stool on the street, dodging millionaires in bike pants, moguls making deals, sharp-shooters shooting shit, lawyers lunching, Mafioso and the occasional celebrity chef. Oh, and artists.**These fellow patrons of Latteria are a family per se, even though I feel estranged from most of them. Despite this I look forward to our reunion every single day. The owners and staff are beyond awesome and are the ones that really make you feel like part of the family.

And with a Kingpins artwork hanging next to a signed poster of our lady Dame Edna Everage, it feels like home.