mame

welcome to our café. yes, the coffee’s artisanal. no, we don’t have WiFi. talk to each other or something. filter coffee we source beans that taste like fermented fruit had an existential crisis. co-fermentation? thermal shock? sounds like science, but it tastes like vibes. expect notes like “tropical funk,” “overachieving grape,” or “accidentally delicious.” espresso we pull shots that whisper “Melbourne.” smooth, sweet, and emotionally stable. latte art? kinda looks like a leaf, might be a ghost. who knows. we’re learning. don’t @ us. matcha hand-whisked like we’re in a Kyoto temple but actually in activewear and Crocs. we’re not matcha masters. we’re just vibing with the green powder. no added sugar. ever. if your drink’s sweet, it’s ‘cause there’s OJ, tonic, or strawberry purée in there. we call it “natural sweetness.” you might call it “unexpected joy.” come for the coffee. stay because you accidentally made eye contact with the barista and now it’s awkward to leave.