I returned after my previous excellent visit, and this time I went straight for what I want the most - mixed berries with sourdough slice and the sourdough waffle with butter and strawberry jam.
The crowd was noticeably lighter this time. Mostly couples, quietly enjoying sourdough pizza and coffee. The atmosphere felt calm and unhurried, comfortable in a way that encourages to slow the pace.
The waffle took slightly longer to arrive. That pause, however, felt justified. When food is handled with fermentation and care, speed should never be the priority. Good food earns its time, and this one delivered.
The housemade strawberry jam alone justifies the order. It is less sweet and premium than commercial versions, clean, fruit forward, and precise. Once I tasted it, supermarket jam feels blunt and overworked.
The mixed berries sourdough slice is thoughtfully built. Cream cheese forms a soft base before the berries bring brightness and acidity, finished with edible flower petals and a light drizzle of honey. It feels almost mythical.
It reminded me of The Spirderwick Chronicles movie, fairy food meant to be all natural and appreciated slowly. The whole presentation feels alive and vivid. The sourdough’s subtle tang keeps the sweetness in check.
Then, the sourdough waffle, and this is where craftsmanship shows. Fermentation often suggests density texture, yet this waffle is remarkably fluffy, also carrying a gentle egg fragrance.
Butter melts effortlessly into its structure, strawberry jam settles into every crevice, and with the first bite, weekday fatigue dissolves. This is comfort refined, the moment to slow you down without asking.
Kthxbye.
