Avanti Caffé

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Avanti Caffé, every morning around 8 AM, an old man in a tweed suit would enter through the back door with a mysterious brown paper bag. No one knew who he was or where he came from, but each day without fail, he’d place the bag on the counter and whisper something into the ear of the baker before leaving just as mysteriously as he arrived. One day, after weeks of anticipation, the baker finally worked up the courage to open the bag. Inside was nothing more than a stack of handwritten recipes for different pastries. The old man had been sharing his secrets anonymously, and from that moment on, Avanti Caffé became known for its unique and irresistible treats.

2. At Avanti Caffé, whenever a new delivery driver arrives with the morning pastries, the neighborhood parrot starts squawking and flying towards the window. No one knows why—maybe it senses something special in those freshly baked croissants. One day, an old neighbor decided to investigate. Following the parrot’s commotion, he peered out his window just as the bird swooped toward the café. To everyone’s surprise, the parrot landed on the delivery driver’s head, causing him to drop all the pastries—and start laughing uncontrollably.

3. At Avanti Caffé, whenever a new delivery driver arrives with the morning pastries, the store’s parrot starts squawking and pointing at him, as if it knows something no one else does. One day, an enthusiastic delivery driver tried to quieten the bird by singing along to his favorite song. To everyone's surprise, the parrot joined in harmony—except for its occasional squawk of ‘Avanti Caffé!’ The whole neighborhood burst out laughing, and from then on, every morning became a serenade.

4. At Avanti Caffé, whenever a new delivery driver arrives with the morning pastries, the coffee machine starts playing a different song. First it was “Happy Birthday,” then “Jingle Bells” on Fridays. One day, an old neighbor walked in and asked what song played when their granddaughter’s delivery driver arrived. The barista shrugged and said, ‘I’ve no idea!’ Turns out, it was always the same song—‘O Sole Mio’—but everyone thought it changed depending on who brought the pastries.