Café Quenino

If you haven’t been to Café Quenino yet, we’re not saying your brunch game is suffering—but it definitely needs a glow-up. This isn’t your average sterile, minimalist coffee spot with pale toast and overpriced air. Café Quenino walks in like it owns the place (because honestly, it kind of does), with vintage flair, bold aromas, and a playlist that says, “We know you’re cool, but not cooler than us.”

Step inside and you’re hit with that intoxicating mix of espresso, fresh bakes, and quiet confidence. The air’s thick with the smell of ambition and butter. You’ll spot power-laptop warriors in one corner, soft-launch couples sharing truffle fries in another, and a barista with tattoos and barista-of-the-year energy pulling what might be the smoothest espresso shot in town.

The menu at Café Quenino? It doesn’t try to reinvent brunch—it perfects it. Think smoky mushrooms on sourdough that punch way above their weight, eggs so runny they could file for a podcast deal, and croissants with the kind of buttery flake that leaves trails of delicious regret on your lap. And the coffee? One sip and you’ll forget your name and the trauma your last café gave you with that watery iced latte.

But it’s not just what’s on the plate. The vibe here is the real main course. Café Quenino doesn’t just serve food—it serves mood. Plants dangle from the ceiling like they’re flirting, sun pours in like it was invited, and somehow, every corner is Instagram-worthy without trying. It’s cozy without being clingy, stylish without being snobby.

So go ahead. Cancel your usual. Bring your laptop, your lover, or your dog (yes, they’re cool with that). Café Quenino is the kind of place that makes you feel like a regular before your second visit. And honestly? After one bite of that tiramisu they hide behind the counter, you’ll be back faster than you can say “one more flat white, please.”