americano

A drink made of espresso coffee diluted with hot water.

“No, the coffee. Do you want a cup of Americano?” I groaned. Welcome to Europe. “Can't I just get a cup of regular coffee? A little cream, a little sugar?” […] “An Americano is a shot of espresso with hot water added.” “I don't know why they call it Americano. No one in America drinks espresso and hot water.”

And he drank americano. That was interesting. Was he lactose intolerant or did he simply prefer his coffee black?

A cocktail made with Campari, sweet vermouth, and club soda.

The waiters wore striped waistcoats and green baize aprons. Bond ordered an Americano and examined the sprinkling of overdressed customers, mostly from Paris he guessed, who sat talking with focus and vivacity, creating that theatrically clubbable atmosphere of l'heure de l'aperitif.

An Americano is made of Campari, sweet vermouth, and soda water over ice in a highball glass. […] The drink was so popular among Americans visiting Italy at the turn of the last century that it was named after them.

Alternative letter-case form of americano.

Formerly used only in Italy and Seattle, it includes such tongue activators as latte, lungo, cappuccino, ristretto, macchiato, mochaccino and Americano.

Obviously, it will take a while to develop a circle of mates as good as the ones in Friends, especially as you’re going through a big change in your life, so be patient. And even if you find yourself sitting on your mum’s sofa eating Rich Tea biscuits for the third time this week instead of drinking Americano at Central Perk, don’t panic!

An American.

I hear that your people love the Americanos, so much even that they always yield to them, and would almost kiss their boots, which is not dignified for a great nation. Do the Americanos love your people? Have they not still in their pockets the surplus of the millions of pesetas given to them when they complained of the ship Alabama?

On da Av’noo D near Ten street Peno wida all heesa granda, magnifique muscle was grind out Signor Tomaso Mascagni’s maestropiece, ‘Cavallierre Rusticana,’ when long coma half doz verra bad Americano kid wid da snowball.