It's immediately apparent when you walk through the door of Gusto in its new home on Norfolk Row that the cafe has moved up a gear - or maybe several.
The old Gusto Italiano was always busy, but managed to maintain a laid-back vibe.
You could sink back on a leather sofa with a newspaper, cappuccino and amaretto biscuits and while a way a couple of hours.
But with evening opening for bistro meals and a dedicated lunch period, the pace at the new venue is brisk and business-like.
The easy chairs have gone, mainly due to reduced space. The unit, formerly Molly's cafe, is within a Georgian building, thelong, narrow shape of which poses obvious design problems.
Coffee is now taken at the front of the cafe on a couple of tables or perched Italian-style at a marble counter in the window. In the dining area, you are rubbing elbows with fellow customers.
The decor is more glamorous - powder blue walls, crystal chandeliers and an ornate gilt mirror. Fortunately, a few of the photos of Italy I loved so much from the old place remain.
I met my close friend Fiona here for lunch - a pre-Falklands send-off.
These events are a tradition from my days on The Sheffield Star, really an excuse for my friends and I to indulge in liquid and edible treats and pre-travel excitement.
Once, after a night of innocent-tasting cocktails at Henry's to toast a trip to St. Louis, my packing resembled the contents of a bag destined for the charity shop. So did my head.
My meal of choice before flying 18 hours over the Atlantic was one of my Gusto favourites - fennel and sausage casserole - a rich, tomato-based stew through which the fennel emerges gradually.
Fiona chose the ravioli - large pouches of freshly-made pasta, which happens to be one of Spooky's top choices.
We decided to push the boat out by following it with cake, as I spread a map of the 400+ islands that make up the Falklands over the table.
Polish waiter Michael - who to my amateur ear sounds as Italian as his colleagues - took us up to the glass counter to choose from half a dozen or so gateaux. He's a big part of Gusto's success - always cheerful and super-efficient.
My dark chocolate and walnut tart was rather solid and dry. It needed a dash of cream.
Our cappuccinos, however, were excellent. Gusto's new barista does the best coffee in Sheffield. But it is expensive.
Despite the cafe being full, we were able to eat and drink our fill and talk through my tour - research for poetry I'm writing on maritime and autobiographical themes - without feeling hurried.
And although not designed for lingering long, the coffee counter at the front can lead to some interesting conversations.
A customer near the door who overheard Spooky and I discussing our forthcoming visit to Romein
January, interrupted to tell us he'd lived in the capital.
He generously scribbled the names of bars and restaurants we should visit on a napkin, and, importantly, explained how to navigate our way around by public transport.
Gusto deserves the success it's enjoying. The team that run it are among the most hard working and professional in the city's food industry.
But I do miss those leather sofas - and slow afternoons dreaming of the Amalfi coast.
