Jægersborggade is a cute and trendy street in the Nørrebro neighborhood of Copenhagen, not far from the lakes and the city center.
It’s a gorgeous place — we’re talking cobblestones, pretty building facades, and lots of hipsters-would-love-this kinda shops. Think Abbot Kinney, only older, less sunny, and more…Danish. It’s less than a 10 minute bike ride from my flat, so I decided to try out one of the local coffee haunts on a rainy Sunday morning.
The Coffee Collective is a little hole in the wall, recommended highly by my roommates. Their menu is made of Legos, which basically means their priorities are on point in every sense. I got a large cappuccino that was amazing, but also almost $6. Crying on the inside.
Everyone will tell you that Copenhagen is expensive. Yes, true. But, honestly, growing up in Southern California (where the cost of living is your unborn child) has prepared me for most of the overpriced-ness. The only thing that actually makes me double take is the cost of coffee. You could easily spend almost $10 on a [teensy!] cup of espresso and foamed milk. $10! Like, what in the actual hell.
(Thank god we have an espresso machine in our apartment.)
I took my coffee and nuzzled into the coziest little nook at the back of the shop. I had a lot of reading for my Cognitive Science class, so I busted out the iPad and tried to be productive. (Proved difficult, cause a group sat down next to me with the most amazing looking donuts.)
I think my professor is playing this game with himself where every week he tries to one-up the sheer and utter BORING of his reading choices for the class. And every week he wins. Sigh.
At least the cap was good.
The rest of the day was filled with laundry, laziness…
To-die-for cloudy skies…
And some beefy rice pasta. Cause carbs are happiness.
I love that coffee sign! That should be the slogan for coffee!