The bar
Eleven stools around a wraparound counter. Talk to the barista, or don't — we won't take it personally.
— Loud in the mornings. Quiet by 3.
We roast on Tuesdays, bake on Wednesdays, and open the door at seven. There's a pour-over on the bar, a corner for your book, and someone who'll remember how you take it.


In 2018, Yousef and Priya opened the door on Linden Avenue with a countertop, three stools, and a promise to their neighbor Rosa that they'd always carry her almond croissants.
Six years later, the countertop is the same, the stools have grown to eleven, and the beans come from four farms we now know by first name — Elias in Huehuetenango, Kebede in Yirgacheffe, Camila in Nariño, Rina in Aceh.
We're a small shop. We plan to stay small.
Eleven stools around a wraparound counter. Talk to the barista, or don't — we won't take it personally.
— Loud in the mornings. Quiet by 3.
Two long tables, warm lamps, and the kind of silence that makes work possible. Wi-Fi is fast; the outlets are plentiful.
— Laptops welcome until 6pm.
One bench. West-facing. If you sit here in the afternoon you'll understand why we bought the lease.
— First come, first served.
"The Yirgacheffe pour-over ruined every other coffee for me. In the best way."
"I wrote two thirds of a novel at the back table. They kept the lamp on for me past close."
"The oat flat white. The cardamom bun. That's it. That's the review."
A short letter, once a month. New arrivals, the odd recipe, a note from the roaster.
10% off your first visit, if that's what tipped you over.