Okay so before I blab about why I love it, let me just say: I almost didn’t share this one. Some places you want to keep in your pocket.
It’s on one of those Mar Mikhael stairs that look like they were drawn by a kid (in the best way). Green door, no sign, a cat sleeping on the only sunny step. If you ask me, that’s how you know it’s good.
The coffee
Cardamom latte. That’s it, that’s the review. It tastes like my grandmother’s kitchen if my grandmother was a barista in Paris in 1974.
The vibe
Mismatched chairs, a record player that only plays Fairuz until noon and then switches to disco (I asked, it’s a rule). The walls are covered with little drawings people leave behind. Yes, there might be one of mine somewhere. No, I won’t tell you where.
I won’t post too many pictures to keep the experience magical. Go on a Tuesday morning, sit by the window, and say hi to the cat for me.
