Can I Have One Cappuccino And A 100 Sfogliatelle, Please?

Okay, so I was never a big coffee drinker, until now (When in Rome...). The Italians love the stuff. They dart in and out of cafes all day long. I guess the caffeine is responsible for the Roman frenetic (read: chaotic) pace. I am now officially addicted to cappuccino. So much so, I have to commit 459s to support my habit (for the lay person, 459 is the CA Penal Code section for Burglary).

The photo depicts my daily fix, along with a few "sfogliatelle," which is an Italian pastry. It's clam-shaped, has many fine layers of pastry shell, is filled with cream, and has powdered sugar on top. It was the absolute favorite dessert of my dad. He was of Sicilian descent, but the sfogliatelle is actually from Naples. This particular pastry is very hard to find in the States, outside of a few shops in New York. It's even harder to find real good ones. I must say, the ones in the photo are among the best I ever tasted. They bake them right on the premises, so they're fresh. They happen to be the miniature ones, so it's easy to eat a gazillion of them. I'm up to three a day, and will be up to a hundred if the money holds out. Looks like I may have to move up to committing 211s (Robberies) of pastry shops.