You got booze in my juice!

RIGHT, so eating breakfast late in the morning (or early afternoon) is definitely the way to be on the weekends, which is why, with your best interests in mind, we rolled out our new crepes a couple of weeks ago. And they're going crepe-ily! If that's a word. (It's probably not a word.)

But seriously, Sundays? Let's not kid ourselves. You don't really have any genuine expectations of getting anything accomplished, do you? I mean sure, a nice stroll is...nice. You should do that, particularly now that it's May and thus neither bracingly cold or blisteringly hot. But you know. Housework? Chores, even? C'mon. You got better things to do. Which is to say you should clear your decks and not have anything to do. Practice Restafarianism! Embrace your inner sloth!

What I'm getting at is that while you're forking into your crepes, you should be having a delightful cocktail. A savory cocktail. Perhaps a bit spicy. People, you need a bloody mary to mellow out your Sunday afternoons.

Vodka, tomato juice, horseradish, warchester woostisher wurchestusher that tasty-sorta-fermented-fish-vinegary-brown-sauce...you know what I'm talking about. I like Bloody Marys. I'd have one right now if I knew I could take a nap afterwords. And yeah, you're looking for a Bloody Maria (tequila, not vodka)? Sure! Bloody Margaret (gin)? You betcha! A Bloody Fairy (absinthe)? No, dude. Probably not that last one. I mean, I guess it's a thing but it sorta sounds gross. Absinthe and tomato juice? Takes all kinds to make the world go around, I suppose. But that's not for me.

Sundays. Sundays are nice! Let's not ruin them by writing up with some huge to-do list, huh? Unless that to-do list consists solely of 1>Go to Phillies game; 2>get a light sunburn.

Capogiro - perfect shelter during a zombie attack

In case you haven't been paying attention, the Zombie Apocalypse is close at hand. It could really happen any day now. The Center for Disease Control even has an official "Zombie Preparedness Guide" on their website. Seriously, check it out, it's wild. Of course, the best place to be during Zombigeddon would be in some mountaintop bunker, armed to the nines and well stocked with supplies and ammo. But who really plans that well? Most of us will be caught completely unawares, and will have to make a swift decision as to where we want to hide from the undead hordes.

My suggestion? Capogiro! Just think about it, other than having glass windows everywhere, we are the perfect place to be trapped during a zombie attack. We have tons of food (fresh produce, meats, cheeses, and tons of dry goods) and medical supplies (i just refilled our first aid kit).There are also loads of pointy knives here, and metal pans that can be easily pounded into body armor.Our stock room could double as a cage to lock up zombie prisoners. If all else fails and doom is inevitable, there is an abundance of alcohol in the back kitchen as well, which we include in several flavors of gelato and sorbetto. Also, everyone knows that if there is any justice in the world, the first place the zombies attack will be Starbucks.

Better know a fruit: STRAWBERRIES!

Strawberries: great fruit, or greatest fruit? We honestly look forward to strawberry season all year long (the anticipation for blood oranges runs a close second). When it's manky and cold and drizzly in January, we console ourselves by remembering that we're probably closer to strawberry season than we are far away. And since we're so vehement about only using the best berries we can find, strawberry season can be kind of a disappointment--like last year, when it seemed like we could only get our hands on quality strawberries for about 17 minutes...and then they were gone. Sadface.

This strawberry is wrong on a couple of different levels.

DID YOU KNOW?

 >>Strawberries and cream is pretty much THE snack of choice when you're watching fuzzy yellow balls zip around at Wimbledon. SORRY. "The Championships, Wimbledon." Don't neglect the comma or counter-intuitive word order. Brits: pretty much sticklers for their preferred titles. Visitors plow through upwards of 20 tons of berries over the two weeks or so of the tournament. That's very nearly as many strawberries as we put in one pan of sorbetto!

 >>There's a particular cultivar of strawberry called the "musk strawberry." Very popular in France, they're more aromatic and the flavor is more complex than that of the garden strawberry more common in the States. Really the only reason I'm mentioning musk strawberries is that they also go by the name "hautbois," and I know there are a bunch of you out there who are going to deliberately mispronounce that in your head and then spend a few minutes daydreaming about being fed berries on a chaise lounge in the company of some Adonis. Which is fine! You do you. Go ahead, I'll wait here.

 >>There's a whole segment of Lepidoptera (you know, moths and butterflies) that are notable because their larvae primarily eat strawberry plants. (Must be British! There they probably go by something like, "Lepidoptera, strawberry-eating.) These include the ghost moth (spooky!), the juniper pug (it's a gin-smelling dog with a proboscis!), and the common marbled carpet (the name of which, you might guess, is pretty much the impetus for this whole paragraph.)

It's a carpet!

Strawberries! We got them in pretty early this year...which maybe means they'll be around for a good while? Let's hope. Sorta can't get enough strawberry stracciatella.

Moms!

Mother's Day is almost upon us (it's on the 13th, in case you didn't know). Like many of you, I'm not exactly sure what I should do for my mom this year. I'll most likely just call and tell her I love her, then feel guilty for not sending her flowers or going to visit. I am still not the bad kid though, because my brother once showed up to a fancy Mother's Day brunch after consuming a whole lot of hallucinogens. A whole lot. He will always be the one who ruined Mother's Day.

However, I am not without fault when it comes to making my mother's life hell. There was a famous incident when I was about four years old and we were all at a toy store at the mall. I really didn't want to leave, so I started screaming, "She's not my mom! SHE'S NOT MY MOM, SHE'S TAKING ME!!!!" Apparently I had already learned about stranger danger in preschool, and decided to utilize the unsuspecting public to aid me in my toyshop scheme. All of the other adults immediately rushed to help me, even though my brother was wailing that I was, in fact, my mother's child. He was also punching me in the arm while doing so, which didn't really help his credibility. Long and short, my mother had to wait until security came and I calmed down. My mom almost went to mall jail, but I eventually relented and confessed to the mall cop that I was her daughter, and he let us leave. My mother had never been so embarrassed.

In any case, no matter what you've done to terrorize your mother, you should bring her some gelato. Or better yet, spend the day with her and bring her down to Capogiro. We promise not to play any heavy metal music and we swear that we will always say "please" and "thank you".

Coffee

During the evening shift people frequently ask what time we open in the morning and are often shocked that we're open at 7:30am. 

"Do people really buy gelato that early?" they ask. 

"No, but we serve pastries, oatmeal, bagels, and of course our delicious coffee." is my answer. 

For those curious our gelato and sandwiches typically starts rolling out around 10am and we should have just about everything ready at Noon for lunch time.

We very proudly serve La Colombe Torrefaction coffee.  (torrefaction is french for roasting)  La Colombe is a local roaster and they are known for rich, bold, dark coffee. 

We serve Corsica as our drip coffee.  It is a blend of beans from Colombia, Honduras, Brazil, and Mexico.  It is definitely one of the best dark roast coffee's I have ever tasted and I've been working in coffee for close to a decade now.  Richness is Corisca's middle name, or would be if it had one.  Every step from bean selection to the darkness of the roast was carefully chosen to bring out the intense, full flavor profile of the beans

Next up is our Iced Coffee.  We are now in full swing with our iced coffee and I have never seen iced coffee as popular as it is at Capogiro.  I think it's our cold brew method that really makes concentrated, strong, tasty, NOT bitter cup of icy cold coffee.  For this we use Phocea, which is also highly recommended for those who like to use a French Press at home.  Phocea is also a dark roast but less so than Corsica and it has a more earthy flavor.  We grind each batch on course and let is steep for a whole 24 hours to make sure we get every bit of flavor out of those beans.  These beans originate from Ethiopia (The motherland of coffee!), El Salvador, and Brazil.

The backbone of any Italian cafe is Espresso.  It's name is Nizza.  This is an awesome medium blend most widely used for espresso brewing but can certainly be enjoyed with any brewing method.  It has notes of caramel and nuts.  The beans originate from Brazil, Colombia, Honduras, and Ethiopia.  It is roasted for sweetness as espresso should NOT be bitter and unpalatable.  A properly pulled shot should be slightly sweet and intense.  We take great care in pulling the best shot every time so you can get a taste of what espresso in Italy is like.   Anyone can make coffee but "good" coffee is a craft and it takes time to learn and perfect.  It also takes a good consistent machine.  This past summer our 13th and 20th street locations both received new La Marzocco espresso machines.  These babies are amazing.  If there is one thing Italy can make it is a stellar espresso machine!  And they're pretty too, we had our painted orange to match the stores. 

And last but not least is our Decaf.  While I am not a personal fan of decaf in general I understand that not everyone can have, handle, or want caffeine but that they still might want a tasty cup of coffee.  We use Monte Carlo as our Decaf.  We do not brew decaf as a drip coffee simply because it would mostly go to waste and wasting coffee is blasphemy.  We do offer it in espresso form.  you can have any espresso drink made decaf or even half-caffeinated if you would like.  If you were really dying for a drip coffee just ask for a decaf Americano.  That's two shots of espresso poured over hot water and it is damn good!  If you have ever traveled outside of the US and ordered drip coffee it is likely that this is what you actually got.

That is the end of my tour through coffee land and I know I only touched on each one briefly, but if you have any questions about our coffee don't hesitate to ask.  I love talking about coffee and tea and would love to share whatever I know and find out the answer to questions I might not.

gozo del vivre

Feliz Cinco de Mayo!
Have a beer for independence! Wait..what? No, that's not right..Mexico's independence day is September 16th! And it's actually celebrated throughout Mexico - unlike Cinco de Mayo.

So, what makes today a day I wanted to request off of work for? Well..

Formally known as El Dia de la Batalla de Puebla, May 5th, 1862 marks the French invasions retreat from Puebla, Mexico with nearly 3,000 more men and like %400 more casualities. It was a symbolic victory and provided a boost of morale during Mexico's time of bankruptsy.

The capital was however captured soon after by the French until the United States Civil War ended in 1965, providing aid against the French ruling.

It has been hypothesized that the Battle of Puebla actually slowed the French down from joining forces with the Confederacy in the south. Actually, in 2005 the U.S Congress called upon a proclamation to nationally observe May 5th. Well hot underdog! Cinco de Mayo is about freedom, chance, and decision - gozo del vivre!

In any case, I couldn't take off work. But, you know I'll be suggesting Mexican (spicy!) Chocolate gelato paired with our Champagne Mango sorbetto or perhaps you'd prefer Golden Margarita and Lime sorbetti paired with Sea Salt gelato. ( ;

hasta leugo

Crepes!

Warm sweet brunchy stuff at CapoPenn! Delicious, delicious crepes...

(As we've been working on getting these up and running for y'all, there's been this little niggle in the back of my head...something about one of my high school English teachers describing Charles Dickens' Miss Havisham as crepey...I'm not at all sure it's relevant to this. In fact...I'm pretty sure it isn't. Just one of those things I felt like I really needed to express, so thanks for listening.)

So we're doing buckwheat crepes every Sunday! They're sweet-ish and on the substantial side and awesome brunch fare. We'll top them with gobs of Nutella if you like (my favorite) or you can keep it simple and have them sprinkled with lemony sugar. OR go whole hog and add some gelato! A scoop of bacio, maybe? Or you could unapologetically gild any number of lilies and let some sweet, sweet chocolate peanut buttery goodness melt and ooze and self-drizzle all over your plate. Yeah? Oh yeah. So there you are. Another undeniably awesome reason to stop by and see us on Sundays!

Things that happened this week

 Strawberries came!!! These beauties are a little early this year, so we were pleasantly surprised when they hit our kitchens. They're fantastic. We've already been featuring Strawberry Tequila sorbetto and Strawberries & Cream gelato, with tons more berry flavors on the horizon.

 Apparently staff member Caitlin needs to get to the Renaissance Fair more often. After she gets back from her wondrous travels to France, she hopes to work part time as a bar wench at Ye Olde Meadery.

Customers love us! A very nice gentleman snapped a shot of our lovely Kami and Sam on Friday night, and was kind enough to send it our way.

Happy May Day!!

It's today is the first day of May and thus May Day!  May Day was a pagan holiday celebrating the rebirth of nature and the return of crops, flowers, and greenery.  Originally part of a celebration to worship Flora, the Roman Goddess of flowers it was later secularized as a celebration of youth and spring after Christianity spread throughout Europe. 

Annual festivals are held throughout much of the Northern Hemisphere each year where young people dance around the May Pole and elect a Queen of the May to be the representation of purity, youth, and the renewal of nature.

Here at capo we are celebrating spring with one of our all time favorite fruits....  Strawberries!!!!  All of our store should be well stocked with mountains of delicious, bright red, sweet, amazing strawberries.  Strawberry gelato, sorbetto, granola coppa for breakfast,  STRAWBERRY ALL THE THINGS!!!  Strawberry season is FINALLY here!!!!

You're not a cowboy. Should you be wearing a cowboy hat?

Cowboy hats are definitely one of those sartorially polarizing accessories, like scarves (I'm totally anti-scarf. If you need a scarf, it's because your jacket is defective) or suspenders. But cowboy hats...how do you know? How do you know if you should wear a cowboy hat? Where's the threshold?

I could sorta see myself wearing this...from the neck up. I have no idea what else to wear with it. I mean, I've got some great jeans, but my boots are all wrong, and while my kitchen clogs and I are professionally inseparable, they're a fashion disaster under the best of circumstances (you cannot quantify how little I care about how my clogs look, because my feet love them). And WHERE would I wear it? Where would it look more out of place--somewhere on Passyunk? At a Phillies game? Kenzo? I've ridden a horse before. I was...9, I think. Thereabouts. It was probably not a real "horse" and I was almost certainly not actually "riding" it, if you see what I'm getting at. My punk lil butt managed not to irritate her badly enough to bite me, so that's a success. Yeah, no. Pretty sure I'm not ever going to be able to pull off wearing a cowboy hat. I don't like country or even rockabilly, so...hey, my Phillies hat does just fine. It's coming up to three years old, and is almost broken in.