CoffeeMolka

You'd walk past it — the entrance doesn't announce itself. Inside: vintage radios, Soviet-era objects, decades of things arranged by someone with strong opinions about what deserves to be kept. The owner makes your coffee himself, on sand, the same way every time, with a small glass of vishniovka alongside. It's not a performance, it's just how he does it. Every other Monday the space becomes a jazz evening. Not jazz background music — something that feels genuinely special. Worth reorganising your week for.