Mikey East (8bit_ginge)
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Frank isn’t the kind of place you stumble across, and I think that’s kind of the point. Hidden away on a low-key Brussels street with barely any signage, it’s the definition of a “if you know, you know” café. But walk through the door and you're instantly rewarded: bright natural light, a calm minimalist interior, and the kind of coffee you actually want to sip slowly.
I went for an iced oat latte (twice with no regrets), and it was easily one of the best I had on this trip. Smooth, nutty, and balanced with none of that watery afterthought energy. Food-wise, I ordered the Eggs Francine; a colourful, seasonal plate with poached eggs, roasted pumpkin, sunchokes, baked greens, and the brightest, zingiest hollandaise I’ve had in ages. It’s brunch that actually feels considered.
What makes Frank stand out is the quiet confidence: no need to shout about itself, no over-designed gimmicks. Just quality ingredients, a semi-open kitchen, and the kind of laid-back elegance that makes you want to stretch your coffee break by an extra hour. Worth the hunt.