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Cost of Nescafe coffee in Poland. [49]
Yes, you are quite right, this was my reason for ordering a cupofchino. I am exceedingly proud of my make believe Italian heritage and my pasta scoffing roots.
Indeed, I recently made a trip to Chicago in search of Polish relatives and was taken to an Italian restaurant. I ordered a pizza and lo and behold the blighters bought me a pie. You can imagine my suprise.
I said mama mia, slap me round the face with a wet kipper and cosh me over the head with a broken bottle, this ainta no pizza. I wanta the thin and crispy eh you wannabe wop, gowa getta me the chef pronto, eh.
Actually that too is a lie. I ate one slice of the pie and it was delicious. Perhaps I am American.