Kaffe - Copenhagen

Kaffe Copenhagen TCG

Kaffe Copenhagen TCG

Confession: I have a personal café pickup line. It is not for dating purposes, just to hit it off with the barista in case I love the place and want to stay until closing time. It is something like: “hé, I’m such a dummy, but what is the difference between a flat white and a cappuccino again?” Usually followed by a shy giggle, totally in line with women empowerment (not). I’m such a sheep. Anyway, they always seem to like my question. And I know the answer, so it’s more of a test towards them. Haha, now that I write it down, I feel like such a fraud. You can recognize the cappuccino by its foamy frothy milk topping. Because the steaming method for flat white is different, you get a stronger espresso taste and a velvety consistency. But there is no difference in the amount of coffee: coffee bullshit!

Though admitted: it’s a bit of a grey area due to different country standards. Usually, I’m satisfied as long as the barista is A) right or B) wrong but gives it a friendly try.

When I asked my question at Kaffe - a hidden gem close to Copenhagen’s central station, the guy was super bubbly ánd he was right. Admitted, that does bring my dating interest to the next level ;-). I got my perfect flat white and found a seat close to the window with a great view on one of the main streets. Very busy outside, oh so cosy on the inside. There were literally 4 spots and one of them was a wooden bench ‘in’ the window. Tiny tables, tinier seats, questionable wall decorations but really, really good slow coffee and again - a wonderful, passionate coffee guy.

The audience I shared this aromatic public living room with was so cool. Across me were two girlfriends knitting a sweater in silence. Believe it or not, but this is a normal Danish custom. Young, trendy girls do it all the time. Isn’t that refreshing in contrast with the phone-crowd? Even more interesting was the old grumpy giant who took 2 spots without guilt. He had a massive fishing hook with him so it was clear what he had been doing all day. He and the barista chatted about fishing and Danish mariner’s life which seemed to cheer him up and it all just felt super rural. I felt like a satisfied outsider. Like Cookie monster in a grocery store. Like Nietzsche in a Sunday church service.

I held short eye contact with the fisher man and got a slight glimpse of a smile behind his messy moustache. Maybe not so grumpy after all. Not a bat catch, this Kaffe.

Joe for now,