Black wood, gold light
Leather banquettes, brass lamps, and tables wide enough for a notebook and a second cup.
Est. MMXXIV · Open till late
A lamp-lit room for espresso, manuscripts, and the kind of conversation that lasts past closing.
The room
Leather banquettes, brass lamps, and tables wide enough for a notebook and a second cup.
Small-lot beans, pulled short, finished with house syrups that never shout over the roast.
Writers’ hours after four. Power, silence, and staff who know when not to interrupt.
Find us
Between the bookshop and the old press. Ring the brass bell if the door looks closed — it rarely is.
“The only cafe where the second cup arrives before the sentence does.”
— a regular, table four
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