That is sad news.
They, along with many of the other Italian cafés (Bachettas in Porth springs to mind) were customers of my late father (firstly with fruit machines and then later with burglar alarms) and I have many memories of going with him as a youngster to these places. He’d always get a free coffee for his troubles.
My Dad always referred to Treorchy as “the three yorkies”, as his dodgy humour and Cairdiff accent would dictate...