"Picnic in Silver Lake is roughly the size of a micro-studio and has limited seating, so most of the shop is confined to the line at the counter and a few folding lawn chairs outside. The crowd, like this tiny cafe on Sunset, is low-profile. Nobody is posing with their drinks, the music is soft, and the beanie-wearing clientele keeps to themselves—they’re the type who collects Popeye magazines and expensive stationery, or who used to put together pretty cool mixes back in their college radio days. Picnic’s caffeinated beverages, however, are much louder, like tricolored lavender matcha lattes, sea salt-sprinkled cream tops, and a triple-shot shakerato that tastes like citrusy iced tea." - Sylvio Martins
Sylvio Martins
