The coffee on the train from Milan to Nice is instant. There is no God.
I'm not sure how they get away with it, otherwise the Italians seem to take their coffee very seriously and I've had very good coffee in places I otherwise wouldn't expect it. Hotels, touristy restaurants, other places where in the US I'd fully expect garbage.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised, though, considering this is the food service on public transport and those seem to be universally the worst around. If anyone is going to half-ass it, they're at the front of the line.
The train coach we are on looks like it is from the 70s or maybe even the 60s, and since it appears to have the original interior I have no real hope of conditions improving until we get to Nice.
We lost two of our Sherpa a few stations back. Hopefuly we won't have to resort to cannibalism (again).
So if you hear an announcement on an Italian train of 'Chef Express', cower in a corner and try to blend into the background, hope they don't notice you. And get your coffee before you get on the train.
I just heard the bell for the service cart, better stop moving. Ciao.
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