One of the best things about Europe is the absolute unabashed acceptance of breakfast as an important meal and an important meal which should usually involve chocolate.
Americans, as nearly every movie and television show ever made will attest, like to half-heartedly take a sip of orange juice while rushing out the door muttering something about already being late. But in the old world, it's fine to luxuriate with an espresso and a slice of bread slapped with high quality chocolate. These are the people who gave us Nutella, after all. I thank them for that.
