Tung Tung Tung Sahur

There are cafés, and then there are sanctuaries disguised as cafés. This one is the latter. I ordered a warm hazelnut mocha and found myself lingering longer than planned. Everything about the space was designed for ease: soft lighting, calm energy, and baristas who speak like they’ve known you forever. The walls held more than art—they held space. Space to think. Space to breathe. Space to reset. And sometimes, that’s more powerful than the strongest espresso shot.