Mikey East (8bit_ginge)
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If Willy Wonka ditched the sweets and went full coffee snob, you’d get Buddy Buddy.
Hidden down an unassuming Brussels street, this isn’t your average café. It’s a nut butter-powered, merch-slinging, vibe-punching sensory playground. And honestly, I loved every minute of it.
Let’s start with the name: Buddy Buddy: Nut Butter Coffee Bar. Try saying that without smirking. It sounds like a cartoon sidekick, but these guys are not playing. Everything here — from the vibrant red interior and curvy counters to the cult-status branded cups is slick, playful, and totally dialled in. It’s branding that bites back (in the best way).
I kicked off with my usual iced oat latte, and *damn* that house espresso blend sings. Deep, floral, a touch of funk, and somehow still punching through the oat milk like it had something to prove. Then came **the matcha revelation**. Which, for me to say, is… rare. Ceremonial-grade matcha shaken with a spoonful of their own peanut butter. Earthy, rich, a little wild and completely unexpected, like green tea got a gym membership and a makeover. I’m not even a nut butter obsessive and it still slapped.
Even the kombucha’s got hazelnut butter in it. I don’t know who gave them permission, but it works. The carrot cake? Looked humble. Tasted elite. Light spice, moist crumb, and a buttercream swirl that knew exactly what it was doing.
The seating’s mostly stools but surprisingly comfy. Outside, there’s a small street-facing setup that catches the sun, nothing postcard-worthy, but it does the job. Inside, it’s part café, part concept store, part merch corner. Shelves of nut butters, beans, t-shirts, tote bags. If you’ve ever wanted to leave a coffee shop with almond butter and a logo cap in matching fonts, this is your moment.
Final verdict? A standout Brussels café that genuinely earns its hype. It’s niche, it’s nutty, and it’s fully committed to the bit. Come for the coffee, stay for the surprise nut butter in everything.