Oh, Bologna! What have you done to me? You had me the minute I stepped up to the counter at that busy neighborhood café and ordered an espresso - it was deep, deep brown with notes of bitter chocolate and had the perfect amount of chestnut colored crema on top. I ordered a prosciutto panino alongside and once I took a sip and then a bite, I was hooked. Then I asked for the bill. The total came to €2.30. I had to look again. €2.30? Only €2.30? For a perfect espresso and a prosciutto di Parma sandwich? How soon can I move? Then of course, there is the gelato. Have you ever tasted salted pistachio gelato? Not just pistachio, but salted pistachio? It will change your life (kind of like Normandy salt butter , of which I'm sure Italy has its own version). But so will the fresh strawberry gelato (in season). The pine nut and mascarpone. The hazelnut. The sour cherry. The dark chocolate. The Sicilian lemon. Basically, you just want give up every other kind of food and only eat gel...