The counter was once the door for mom’s stables, the industrial lamps and the carefully attended plants are also family heirlooms, granting the entire space a feeling of: “I’m out of the house, but still at home.” The “roamers” behind the bar, Flore and Chris, claim that they are anything but cool, but they’re just being modest. Even the hordes of hipster guys and gals from Mitte make the pilgrimage to have some of the homemade blueberry cheesecake or the poached eggs with avocado-walnut…
