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Drawn in by the sign that boldly read Kuro no Coffee-kan (which sounded fancy and mysterious enough), I decided to check it out. It’s located right across from the Starbucks in Chinatown, tucked into one of those semi-pedestrian, semi-shopping arcade zones where you’re never quite sure if you’re allowed to walk slowly or not.
Let’s just say… it wasn’t as impressive as the name made it sound.
The café isn’t particularly big, nor does it offer much of a “wow” moment when you step in. But true to its name, the interior is very monotone — not black, not chic noir, but more like a white room with everything outlined in black.
Honestly, it felt like stepping into a comic strip. Which, hey, could be a fun Instagram post if you’re into that sort of thing.
You order at the counter, just like at Starbucks or Coffee Bean.
The menu? Confusing. No clear recommendations, and the staff?
Not rude, not friendly, not helpful — just… present. Like NPCs in a coffee-themed video game.
No smiles, no suggestions, just vibes. So I picked a croissant-like thing with some kind of mystery topping (still not sure what it was), paired it with a drink, and was charged $17.50.
For what exactly? Still figuring that out.
The taste was… sweet. That’s it. Not pretty. Not impressive. Just… sweet.
On the plus side, it wasn’t busy when I went, so if your goal is to sit quietly and not be bothered, this place delivers.
But as a cozy café for solo relaxation? Not quite.
Honestly, the whole place feels like a project some art school students started as an aesthetic experiment — cool in theory, maybe, but lacking that magic that makes you want to come back.
That said, the younger crowd seemed happy, snapping photos and living their best monochrome lives. So maybe I’m just not the target demographic.