Marie W.
Google
Hagen takes me straight back to my Scandi days in Stockholm, where coffee was more than fuel, it was a slow, deliberate ritual. Since switching to decaf, I’ve struggled to find a cup that tastes real, most places serve something that pretends to be coffee but isn’t fooling anyone. Hagen, though, gets it right every time.
I’ve made my way through nearly all their London spots, and they’re impressively consistent. Still, the Belgravia café has become my favourite. It has that rare mix of calm and warmth that feels personal in a city always running five minutes late.
Eden deserves a proper mention, she’s the heartbeat of the place. Always kind, always present, and genuinely invested in the people who walk through the door. There’s something remarkable about that kind of care in London, it makes the first coffee of the day feel like a conversation, not a transaction.
And the playlist? Impeccable. It’s that perfect backdrop, good taste without trying too hard.
For me, coffee has never been about grabbing a cup and rushing out. It’s an experience, a pause. Hagen understands that perfectly. Ten out of ten.
