The House Pour-Over
Whatever we opened this morning, brewed one cup at a time on the bar. Ask us what’s singing today.
A tiny roastery and a quiet room on Marlow Street. Single-origin beans, pulled with patience — and a table waiting whenever you need one.
Fourteen years ago we put a 5-kilo roaster in the back of a narrow shop and started pulling shots for the neighborhood. Not much has changed. We still roast in small batches, still write the date on every bag, and still believe coffee should taste of where it came from — not of the machine that made it.
Every origin is sourced direct, roasted light enough to keep its character, and rested a few days before it ever reaches your cup. Slow, on purpose.
Warm light, worn wood, and the sound of the grinder. Sit at the window, take the corner table, or perch at the roasting bar and watch it happen.
“I’ve tried to find a better latte across three cities. I keep coming back here. The pour-over bar alone is worth the trip.”
“Booked a table for a first date and they texted to confirm — no awkward phone call. Small thing, but it’s why I trust the place.”
“Their Guji is the only bag I buy now. You can taste that it was roasted days, not months, before it hit my grinder.”
No account, no phone tag. Tell us when — we’ll text to confirm.
Message us on Instagram or just walk in — someone at the bar is always happy to help.
Reserve a tableBook in a minute, come as you are, and let us pour you something roasted this week. The kettle’s already on.