Raster Café
Water, and why we gave up on it
Bucharest water is hard, and softeners are a hobby.
Journal
Where the cakes come from
Two streets away, in a kitchen smaller than ours.
On closing at six
The last hour was never worth the lights.
A week of cortados
We sold four hundred and eleven of them.
The grinder we regret buying
It was cheap twice: once at the till, once every morning.