"Mauro, what kind of trash coffee did you bring us? It's worse than dog pee!"
Berni swallowed a mouthful of coffee with a look of grievance, then spat out the cinnamon onto the table.
As Italians, pasta, pizza, and coffee masters are their proud heritage, hard to match elsewhere.
Icardi said apologetically, "Uncle Berni, I'm sorry, this is the taste of Turkish coffee. It's quite different from Italy's culinary culture. In fact, many things are different here, like how they eat dinner early, at six, in Italy you eat at eight or nine, and..."
Just as Icardi enthusiastically wanted to introduce the customs he experienced over the past year in Turkey;
Berni placed his coffee heavily on the table and said sternly:
"Mauro! Stop saying you guys, it's us! You're Mauro Icardi, and in Italy, there are thousands of people named Mauro. Because all of you are sons of Italians, you are Italian too!"
Berni was right.
