A friend told me to come here. They claimed this place poured the best coffee latte. They said the beans were serious. I am usually skeptical of such claims. That instinct doesn’t come from nowhere. Spend enough time finding the best cafes in Singapore, and you start to recognise the pattern.
People mistake latte art for good coffee. I went anyway.
They were right. The drinks here demand attention.
We started with the hot chocolate. It did not pander to sugar. It hit the palate with a sharp, dark bitterness first, followed by just a narrow tinge of sweetness at the back of the throat. Clean execution.
The matcha latte was excellent. It carried a grassy, deep flavor without the powdery residue that plagues lesser cafes. But it was the hojicha latte that stopped me completely.
I ordered it with oat milk. The texture was heavy, grainy, and deeply roasted. The nuttiness of the oat milk locked in perfectly with the earthiness of the hojicha. There was no interference, just pure, toasted flavor. Perfect. No notes. It is the best I have ever tasted.
We paired the drinks with a hojicha cake. A lesser kitchen would have buried it in sugar. Here, they showed restraint. It was not too sweet. It did not fight the drinks for attention. It simply complemented them, acting as a quiet bridge between sips.
Now, the reality. The prices are punishing. It is genuinely expensive. Worse, the cafe enforces a strict rule: every person at the table must order a drink. I despise forced minimums. It feels transactional. It leaves a bad taste before the cup even arrives.
However, the environment does part of the heavy lifting. The space is well-designed. It reminds me slightly of The Cozy Cup in how the environment quietly shapes the experience. It is a very comfortable room to sit in for a lazy afternoon in Kuala Lumpur, provided you have the time and the budget.
I do not like the price. I do not like the rules. But I cannot deny the cup in front of me. I will be back. Just for the hojicha latte.
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