Remember?

Remember the amaretti and croccante cookies displayed in the glass-fronted cases; cannoli stuffed with sweet ricotta cheese; the smell of the best coffee in the city; the little tables squeezed against the length of the narrow shop? The owners back in the kitchen making the confections that filled their cases. She: tall, big hair, commanding; he: short, round, gruff, generous. Staff out front making the espresso and capuccinos.
The first and still unmatched coffee shop in Kingston.
And there was a bulletin board just inside the front door posted with the usual ephemera: business cards, 'Lost: one pink mitten with yellow stripes'; 'Apartment wanted downtown'.