The shop is not easily visible, tucked away next to a Red Sindang Tteokbokki in a large commercial complex beside a school.
There's a roasting machine, but it's small. If the roasting machine at Coffee Nanugi, located at the front of the same building, is a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, then this one is a scooter.
Upon entering, the precariously stacked books on the coffee bar are striking. I asked the young owner about them, and he said he brought them because his studio apartment was too cramped.
I ordered a latte. The owner brews the coffee quickly. His hands are light and swift.
The blended latte is smooth and nutty.
Since Mok-dong is famous for its academies, two neighborhood women at a table inside the shop are engrossed in conversation about academies and their children.
Here and there on the shop walls, the owner has handwritten good sentences on small notepads.
The notepads, swaying in the breeze that enters through the small door, become poetry themselves.
A valley wind blows between the school building directly in front and the commercial complex. The wind is pleasant in the summer.
It’s a shop where you can feel the tranquility of a weekend, a coffee shop where you can even rest your thoughts.