Barlove Special Edition: In Search of Lost Coffee- Cuillier Abbesses

The odyssey began on Sunday, and I, the characteristically clueless heroine of this story, had no idea what lay in wait. Then again, I have a slight suspicion that no odyssey ever went according to plan, or it would be called a Japanese train schedule. It was on Sunday morning therefore that I said no…

Barlove: Fábrica Coffee Roasters

Finding good coffee in a foreign town is never easy. You may look at your map, see a lot of little cups marking the spot here and there and go: how hard can it be? Well, very hard. There are three basic possibilities: the coffee capital, such as Berlin or London, where there are so…

Barlove: Double Shot

Pozsonyi street has become a sort of sugar rush highway, not only of the 13th district, but the city in general. One almost wonders how one street can accommodate so many pastry shops, but as business seems to be blooming for most, the trend is steadily growing, with new places opening at regular intervals. So…

Barlove: Espresso Embassy

I’ll cut straight to the chase: in my humble yet I would say pretty well informed opinion, based on downing hundreds, if not thousands of coffee cups in a wide array of Budapest establishments which offer it these days, Espresso Embassy is the best. Since it’s also among the first third wave coffee shops to…

Barlove: Castro Bistro

The whole point of having a relaxed late winter (a bit of wishful thinking here, I guess) Sunday in the city is not to have any rules, but sometimes you really can’t refuse the universe, as the great master of everything, Leonard Cohen so rightly put it. So our not so ad-hoc rule, which actually…

Barlove: Kaffemik

As per their website Kaffemik is a Greenlandic word (obviously), which stands for a traditional open house get together, where coffee is served. Presumably plenty of it, since staying awake through the eternal darkness of Greenlandic winters is probably not for the faint hearted.  My first association though was with the Romanian word mic, spelled…

Barlove: Café Central Vienna

Last time I visited Vienna it was on an absolutely ridiculously glorious spring day- incidentally, my birthday, so I could hereby venture into claims of controlling the weather, only then it would be somewhat hard to explain the infernally cold drizzle which greeted it on other occasions. And speaking of infernally cold drizzle, that’s what…

Barlove: Wild Flower Bar

When you’re a child you imagine many many wonderful and ultimately impossible things about your brilliant future, and for me one of these was gaining the dexterity which would allow me to first cut along straight lines and then perhaps culminate in making objects of magnificent beauty. Time flew by and what I did instead…

Barlove: Grand Café Liberté

I’ve oft lamented the lack of traditional coffee houses in Budapest- traditional as in actually surviving with an adventure or two since the golden times of imperial coffee consumption. It’s a bit sad to see a city with so much history often loose track of it- shiny new things are great, but sometimes you need…

Barlove: London Coffee Society

I must confess to being immune to most modern diet fads- and am proud of it too. Just the other day, when a creative cook sneaked super healthy broccoli onto my otherwise excellent ravioli I felt as happy as a T-Rex ogling the horizon to discover a giant ball of hell’s fire headed straight for…

Barlove: Caffé San Marco

  These days cities are awash with coffee shops, brew bars, specialty coffee houses and the likes, many of which function as so-called ‘coffices’, spaces where people engage in all sorts of mostly laptop based work alongside their espressos, flat whites and chatter. It would be pretty hypocritical of me to complain of such places…

Barlove: Bambi presszó and Mókusch café and deli

During my studies, I spent a considerable time plundering the second hand bookshops of Múzeum körút- few things filled my student’s heart with more joy than deciding it was (yet again) time to skip morphology and go treasure hunting. A very particular category of these treasures was a series of thin pocket books called Our…