Must try if you like quality coffee and a friendly staff. I Spent 4 days in the area for a quick city trip and managed to return here twice. Nice little vibe inside we loved it! Thank you!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Drip Coffee, On the Nose, Sub Milk, Almond, Syrup Flavor, Milk Sub
Sofia Argueta
The place is super cute and was not busy when I visited. The coffee was good but not my favorite. It is a bit too bitter for my preference. Nevertheless, the atmosphere and service was really good and I would definitely return.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 3
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Milk Sub
TMO
Grant really hooked it up ? excellent barista made coffee and excellent service.- Tmo
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
andrea tiberio
Just had one of the best coffee at this cozy spot! They've got a top-notch Marzocco coffee machine – one of the best globally. The staff is super chill, creating a friendly vibe. Totally recommend it to fellow coffee lovers! ☕
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
BostonFoodie S.
Stopped in for the first time and tried the Kilo Espresso and the Pumpkin Spice Chai Latte. Both were top notch! One of the best coffee spots Ive tried in a while
Timothy McNamara
great coffee but not open at the times listed - came by at 930am, says it opens at 8am
Yeva H.
It’s ok coffee, although overpriced for the quality.
Atmosphere: 4
Food: 4
Service: 3
Carla Murphy
Great coffee in an inviting comfortable space with good music and friendly service.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Lauren Wise
I had to go to DMV close by and knew that in that area it’s all commercially chained coffee shops so I googled coffee shops close by and found this gem! Oh my goodness! As someone who learned to truly appreciate coffee while living in Italy, I had to get on here and leave a review because between the steamed oat milk to the coffee beans they use, my latte was delicious!
I was in town from Boston and I was given the best service with the best smile. Even though the espresso machine wasn't working, it didn't affect her whatsoever.She provided service with the best attitude.The latte (before it broke) and caprese were A+.Atmosphere was awesome!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
My Cafe Report X.
The sepia reflections of five or so office workers streak across the dark storefront window. One streak solidifies into a woman as the rest move on. Her fingers comb strands of frail black hair out of her eyes as she squints into the window. There is just enough light outside still that the glass is opaque and she can only see her vague silhouette between heavy green curtains. Her blue dress flutters against her calves as a boy on a skateboard skids past. She glances down at the gold-embossed sign, 'Kilogram café,' and thinks, good enough. She just needs a place to sit and wait. She opens the door as someone pushes a heavy garment rack over the pavement behind her. The noisy clanking diminishes as soon as the door closes, the worker and his cargo off to some anonymous fabric-strewn factory in the garment district. She does a double take once she is inside. Green and brown dot her view and she wonders if she stepped inside a Starbucks by accident. But there are no rickety tables, plastic green straws, or espresso machines screeching over loud conversation. She likes how small and quiet the café is instead, how the barista's bar extends across the middle of the room like an arm shielding the tables behind it, how the green of the tables and seats is a deep unabashed emerald, glowing under the yellow lights. Beveled glasses and green teacups glisten on the shelves. She lowers her backpack, holding the top handle with two hands. She presses her lips into a line as she considers the dark purple night ahead of her, imagines sitting across from her daughter in one hour, who will have taken the train here three hours just to see her. Her daughter will complain that she needs to stop drinking coffee, especially so late, because of some paranoid ideas she has about caffeine. But she needs this. Her head pulses. She feels the lines in her face deepen, her hair grow frizzier. It's fine if the night ends with her sleepless again. She wants to enjoy dinner with her daughter. After getting her coffee from one of the two workers behind the bar, she takes a spot on the green bench in the back of the room. She lifts the gold handle of the cup and puts it to her cheek until her skin blushes under the heat. It smells pleasantly chocolatey and bitter. There are half circles under her eyes. The truth is that she hadn't slept last night again. She lays back against the bench. It is quiet, the air unbroken by the jazz playing from the speakers. There are two other customers, one sitting by the counter in front of the window reading a book, the other one two tables away from her, typing steadfastly into their computer. She texts her daughter where she is and puts her phone down. She worries about how soft her daughter is, more strait-laced and afraid than she had ever been. She wishes that her daughter had stayed in the city, not just to be near her, but also so that she could remain close to the world instead of hidden in a house in a silent sunny neighborhood. She knows that she had accidentally helped mold her daughter this way. When her daughter was born, she was so stunned by the life in her hands and loved her fragility so dearly that she worried, uncharacteristically, for her until she saw her anxious face reflected in her daughter's. By then, it was too late. As she stares at the black lines slicing through the green and gold marble pattern of the table in front of her, she tells herself that she doesn't know her daughter and never will. Her daughter might not be as soft as she sees her to be. Her heart hurts anyway. It's aggravating. She thinks she's too old for her heart to break over her daughter, but it's only on the rare days of the year when she sees her that these thoughts roil inside of her. She decides to watch a video for the next hour and rests her temple on her palm. Her eyes close. In her dream, she is ladling soup out of a large bowl at the center of a green table and pushes it over to her daughter. Her daughter's face is a blur. She squints. Then her daughter is on her
Ilay Levi
Bad coffee, and at the end of the day that’s all that matters in a coffee place.Ordered a latte, the coffee was totally burnt, had to throw it halfway through as I just couldn’t drink anymore.
Food: 1
Julija Vorobjova
their coffee is top notch!
Manon
Great place to sit and get work done – laptop-friendly. Only cafe around that had seating at noon! Coffee was good in flavor, but the cappuccino was mediocre in terms of the execution. Nevertheless, the staff was polite and helpful. Other negatives that bump the rating down: the bench seating isn't the most comfortable and the bathroom wasn't very clean. Still a great option for working in Flatiron/NoMad.
Must try if you like quality coffee and a friendly staff. I Spent 4 days in the area for a quick city trip and managed to return here twice. Nice little vibe inside we loved it! Thank you!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Drip Coffee, On the Nose, Sub Milk, Almond, Syrup Flavor, Milk Sub
The place is super cute and was not busy when I visited. The coffee was good but not my favorite. It is a bit too bitter for my preference. Nevertheless, the atmosphere and service was really good and I would definitely return.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 3
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Milk Sub
Grant really hooked it up ? excellent barista made coffee and excellent service.- Tmo
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Just had one of the best coffee at this cozy spot! They've got a top-notch Marzocco coffee machine – one of the best globally. The staff is super chill, creating a friendly vibe. Totally recommend it to fellow coffee lovers! ☕
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Stopped in for the first time and tried the Kilo Espresso and the Pumpkin Spice Chai Latte. Both were top notch! One of the best coffee spots Ive tried in a while
great coffee but not open at the times listed - came by at 930am, says it opens at 8am
It’s ok coffee, although overpriced for the quality.
Atmosphere: 4
Food: 4
Service: 3
Great coffee in an inviting comfortable space with good music and friendly service.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
I had to go to DMV close by and knew that in that area it’s all commercially chained coffee shops so I googled coffee shops close by and found this gem! Oh my goodness! As someone who learned to truly appreciate coffee while living in Italy, I had to get on here and leave a review because between the steamed oat milk to the coffee beans they use, my latte was delicious!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Nice place to get a good
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Restaurantji Recommends
I was in town from Boston and I was given the best service with the best smile. Even though the espresso machine wasn't working, it didn't affect her whatsoever.She provided service with the best attitude.The latte (before it broke) and caprese were A+.Atmosphere was awesome!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
The sepia reflections of five or so office workers streak across the dark storefront window. One streak solidifies into a woman as the rest move on. Her fingers comb strands of frail black hair out of her eyes as she squints into the window. There is just enough light outside still that the glass is opaque and she can only see her vague silhouette between heavy green curtains. Her blue dress flutters against her calves as a boy on a skateboard skids past. She glances down at the gold-embossed sign, 'Kilogram café,' and thinks, good enough. She just needs a place to sit and wait. She opens the door as someone pushes a heavy garment rack over the pavement behind her. The noisy clanking diminishes as soon as the door closes, the worker and his cargo off to some anonymous fabric-strewn factory in the garment district. She does a double take once she is inside. Green and brown dot her view and she wonders if she stepped inside a Starbucks by accident. But there are no rickety tables, plastic green straws, or espresso machines screeching over loud conversation. She likes how small and quiet the café is instead, how the barista's bar extends across the middle of the room like an arm shielding the tables behind it, how the green of the tables and seats is a deep unabashed emerald, glowing under the yellow lights. Beveled glasses and green teacups glisten on the shelves. She lowers her backpack, holding the top handle with two hands. She presses her lips into a line as she considers the dark purple night ahead of her, imagines sitting across from her daughter in one hour, who will have taken the train here three hours just to see her. Her daughter will complain that she needs to stop drinking coffee, especially so late, because of some paranoid ideas she has about caffeine. But she needs this. Her head pulses. She feels the lines in her face deepen, her hair grow frizzier. It's fine if the night ends with her sleepless again. She wants to enjoy dinner with her daughter. After getting her coffee from one of the two workers behind the bar, she takes a spot on the green bench in the back of the room. She lifts the gold handle of the cup and puts it to her cheek until her skin blushes under the heat. It smells pleasantly chocolatey and bitter. There are half circles under her eyes. The truth is that she hadn't slept last night again. She lays back against the bench. It is quiet, the air unbroken by the jazz playing from the speakers. There are two other customers, one sitting by the counter in front of the window reading a book, the other one two tables away from her, typing steadfastly into their computer. She texts her daughter where she is and puts her phone down. She worries about how soft her daughter is, more strait-laced and afraid than she had ever been. She wishes that her daughter had stayed in the city, not just to be near her, but also so that she could remain close to the world instead of hidden in a house in a silent sunny neighborhood. She knows that she had accidentally helped mold her daughter this way. When her daughter was born, she was so stunned by the life in her hands and loved her fragility so dearly that she worried, uncharacteristically, for her until she saw her anxious face reflected in her daughter's. By then, it was too late. As she stares at the black lines slicing through the green and gold marble pattern of the table in front of her, she tells herself that she doesn't know her daughter and never will. Her daughter might not be as soft as she sees her to be. Her heart hurts anyway. It's aggravating. She thinks she's too old for her heart to break over her daughter, but it's only on the rare days of the year when she sees her that these thoughts roil inside of her. She decides to watch a video for the next hour and rests her temple on her palm. Her eyes close. In her dream, she is ladling soup out of a large bowl at the center of a green table and pushes it over to her daughter. Her daughter's face is a blur. She squints. Then her daughter is on her
Bad coffee, and at the end of the day that’s all that matters in a coffee place.Ordered a latte, the coffee was totally burnt, had to throw it halfway through as I just couldn’t drink anymore.
Food: 1
their coffee is top notch!
Great place to sit and get work done – laptop-friendly. Only cafe around that had seating at noon! Coffee was good in flavor, but the cappuccino was mediocre in terms of the execution. Nevertheless, the staff was polite and helpful. Other negatives that bump the rating down: the bench seating isn't the most comfortable and the bathroom wasn't very clean. Still a great option for working in Flatiron/NoMad.