Amidst the oohs and ahs of the rain dancing six inches off car roofs, we watched a guy shove his way to the front of the café and out the door. He dashed in zero visibility to a shiny red Ferrari parked across the street. The crowd was suddenly on its feet, shouting, laughing and finger-pointing at the dude trying to maintain his cool while closing his car windows. Problem was that he couldn't drive away because he couldn't see where he was going, so he had to swallow his pride and come back to the café, soaked to the skin.
As he walked in door, the crowd was alive. There was plenty of jeering and laughing. A lot was expressed in Italian, at which point, Anna Maria, with her palm on her forehead to obscure her face, turned to me and said, "Sometimes, it's so embarrassing to be Italian."
The Illy Café on the other hand made her feel proud to be Italian with its selection of Italian soft drinks, rockin' espresso, delicious pannini and with a strong emphasis on bikes. Although a lot pricier with fewer patrons, the Illy had a really nice ambiance and was decidedly more upmarket. Invariably, there are a few vespas parked in front during the summer months.
Answer my poll and tell me what kind of loud music would be the most à propos in the comments.
Personally, I think I would like to listen to a little Motown.
I just listened to François's choice for a song, and it won me over. Here's the YouTube video.