On our last day, right before departing we were told by our friend Eugenia not to miss the scones from Aldo’s, Too. So we made our last quick stop at Aldo’s, where Celia ended up picking up all three of the scones that were left, and I ordered a macchiato. Aldo asked whether I’d had a real macchiato before. I assured him I’m not a Starbucks girl, but that didn’t seem to convince him of much. He explained that macchiato means “stain” in Italian and proceeded to show me how and what a proper one should taste like. When I asked for sugar after getting my coffee, he took back my cup and told me, “sugar is not necessary, let me fix it for you.” A couple of chocolate shavings later, he handed me the perfect macchiato. And I must say, this weekend when a friend called to ask me where I like to go for coffee in the City, I sadly told her that the best one I’ve had recently was at Aldo’s in the North Fork. Turns out her family summers in Greenport and they have been fans of Aldo’s for years!