You know those scenes where a thirsty deer approaches the edge of a pond & drinks the water, content & completely at peace? That's how we felt after hoofing it to Seven Cups, a sanctuary that deserves to draw herds of doe-eyed, coffee-desirous devotees.
The cafe itself is deliberately spare & distraction-free, serving (for us, at least) as a reminder to remove both the physical & emotional clutter from our lives. It feels fresh & familiar all at once; Seven Cups' sole dubious decision is putting Lana Del Rey's 'Born To Die' on its playlist, much to our sunset-time sadness.
If Seven Cups' innate cheeriness isn't sufficient to sweeten your day, its pineapple cheesecake & lemon slice should. Seven Cups is meant to be a coffee-&-cakes cafe; while a quiche could make the occasional cameo appearance, holding our breath for Eggs Benedict might prove futile.
Psst, here's a secret: Cafe co-owner Eve Von & her team sometimes conceal stashes of cake behind the counter for their personal consumption. If no carrot cake or red velvets seem visible, thick-skinned customers could attempt to very gently coax them out.
The coffee's a choice one; Seven Cups currently uses Singapore-based Nylon Coffee roaster's Four Chairs seasonal espresso blend, showcasing the labor of farms in Nicaragua & El Salvador.
Eve Von was initially lukewarm about having affogato on the menu, but we're grateful that cooler heads prevailed. On the other end of the thermometer, hot chocolate's also available, constructed with cocoa from Bangsar's Dip N Dip.
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