Darshy N.
Yelp
I love this place like a fat kid loves cake - scratch cake. cobbler.
Hello dreamy peach cobbler.
Swede Hallow e Cafe owes much of its charms to its storied past and historic location. Located in the Historic Dayton's Bluff neighbourhood, Swede Hollow has its roots as an immigrant community.
Most of the neighbourhood was the poorest, in fact they didn't have running water back in the days. Given the geological location and the frigid Minnesotan winters, SH has a fighter spirit that's still evident in today's residence.
Today, Swede Hollow is now in the heart of one of the most desirable neighborhoods in all of Minnesota, on a hill overlooking downtown Saint Paul with rich Swedes, Polish and Italian heritage.
Swede Hollow Cafe is a tiny cafe and a neighbourhood fave that with colourful paintings, large windows embodies a really homey feeling/ down-to-earth feeling.
Beyond these features, Swede Hallow offers the typical independent coffee shop decor, with hardwood floors, a hodgepodge of tables and seating options. A rotating collection of works by community artists is on display along most of the wood and brick walls.
Swede Hallow's menu is slightly more impressive than the typical establishment. In addition to a decent range of cold/hot beverages and baked goods (all of varying quality, as with most other coffee houses), they also offer sandwiches and soups for lunch.
The crowd tends to change by the day and hour. During weekday work hours one can find an assortment of business folk, government professionals and policymakers from downtown St. Paul and the state capital. Couples and social cliques gather on weekends. And neigbhorhood residents--filter in quickly.
Of all my coffee shop experiences, Swede Hallow has probably been one of the closest to satisfying. I go in, order a cappuccino with biscotti while still taking the fancy litllle bars of dark chocolate that comes free with Swedish style cappuccinos, grab a street-facing seat and marvel at the great architecture and ambiance. Reading, journaling or having a meeting--my "real" reasons for coming--are treated as after-thoughts.
On the weekends, after browsing the Saint Paul's farmer's market, my significant other and I come here for brunch, I always seem to pour myself over the menu to only resort to my usuals, quiches, french toast and oh those sweet cobblers.
(P.S. Special thanks to Katherine Z for telling me about this. It definitely has a cult following and I have no shame in saying, that I'm one of those followers)