Butter Blues

There’s something beautifully grounding about this café. It doesn’t beg for attention—it earns your affection, quietly. I sat by the window with their brown butter latte, watching the light shift as the day moved on. Every sip was warm, toasty, and felt like comfort in liquid form. Around me, strangers shared tables in silence, each lost in their own moment. No distractions, no rush. Just stillness wrapped in the scent of fresh espresso and wood. It’s rare to find a place that helps you feel present without even trying. But this café? It does exactly that—effortlessly.