Every room, checked.

A glass box on the plaza, packed at lunch and empty by seven.

Plants, a glass roof, and a menu that leans on tea as much as coffee.

A hillside room at the end of a bus route, with a view and a very short menu.

White walls, good light, and a short espresso menu. A reliable stop between the bookshops and the park.

An eight-seat counter that roasts once a week and sells out of the Taiwanese lot by Thursday.

At the foot of the elephant mountain trail, with a hose for muddy shoes.

A trailhead café for people coming down from the ridge, with outdoor showers for shoes.

A neighbourhood room with a long bar, soft music, and a filter list that changes weekly.

A converted warehouse room beside the park, high ceiling, long tables, loud when full.