Borges once said that he always imagined Paradise as a library, and he was right, only you can go one better, and picture it as a coffee house with books, or a bookstore with coffee, depends on how you look at it. And breakfast, because if it’s done right, no matter at what hour, breakfast…
Category: coffee
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…
Best of 2016- Coffee and books
Shots of one’s coffee are of course rather ubiquitous these days, but they can also be a visual diary of sorts, with one element that stays unchanging against diverse backdrops. Many of mine also contain a book, because reading in coffee shops is one of the sublimest pleasures of life, thus I will take the…
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: 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…
The Almost Timely January Random
Well, it must be said, to my defense, that I had all the pictures ready on January 31st. And then I stared at the computer screen for a while and fazed out, because it was Sunday, no, actually, because I tend to do that every now and then. I also swore this wouldn’t be…
Best of 2015- Coffee Cups
As opposed to cats, coffee took quite a long time to grow on me. When everyone was downing cup after cup during exam sessions, I would put on a refrained smile and keep on reaching for my can of Coke. Mind you, I still love Coke, and it’s one of those things, like Coldplay, that…
Pocket Diary Budapest 