«Hole in the wall» is an expression that gets vastly overused these days, and for places that are clearly quite a lot bigger than a hole in the wall. Because this place I found in Parra yesterday is an actual hole in the wall. As in, it’s in a space the size of a doorway. There’s room for the barista and nobody else. That’s how much of a hole in the wall this hole in the wall is. PS: hole in the wall. It’s run by a young guy who’s super enthusiastic, and friendlier than a labrador. You want passion? This kid’s got it, he loves his job and my piccolo tasted all the better for it. There’s some tables and stools strewn on the pavement if you want to take a load off, but pretend you’re all continental and such and stand up to drink and wave your arms about effusively, because hey, it’s Friday and life is good.