Kofra Norwich, Unthank Road, NR2 2RA
One of the many joys derived from a day of walking aimlessly, looking for ‘stylish people’ is the opportunity to relax, write, think and reevaluate everything I have ever done. No jokes! I mean everything. And relaxation comes mostly in the form of a café break.
Yet the café experience of 2015 is not as relaxing when you feel like you’re in a very stressful episode of Girls. You know Girls, the HBO series created by the ubiquitous Lena Dunham. In Girls, everything is so avant-garde and the issues are far too #millennial. (I had to add the hashtag for effect).
The point I’m trying to get at is that there is this recurring scene I see every time I walk into a café just like in Girls, I experienced it the other day too, of people staring at laptop or tablet screens made by a certain brand with an apple engraved on the cover. Plus, said person is completely zonked, probably writing that award winning script or memoir.
Nothing had seemed authentic or interpersonal about cafés or so I thought until I went into this one. Kofra! It was also here I met this lovely young lady and her friendly dog.
It was calm, quiet and felt a bit like your local pub (space wise). And you feel valued as a customer and fellow coffee (or tea) drinker when you walk in. The decor is minimal in every sense but still interesting. Unfortunately, I don’t live close enough to visit as often as I’d like to, it’s all the way in Norwich but I highly recommend in case you find yourself in the beautiful city. This charming café presents a lovely setting away from the hustle and bustle of high-street chains, a friendly face and above anything else, peace!
Ps: you must try the soya latte, it is divine!
Sometime in life you will walk into a place and the scene will be so perfect. The setting will be elegant in a most simple form and the company will fit right into the picture of the place in which you find yourself. These pictures are a perfect representation of this. So I walk into a coffee shop (which I will tell you more about later). Initially I was not meant to go into this shop but was forced to by my brother as it was in his words ‘the best place ever’.
We go in and the first person I see is this very stylish young lady in the corner. I look around thinking how unmethodical the scene is, her writing or sketching or colouring away. Plus her top is an instant hit – anything Breton usually is. Her dog is sat under the table and basically it is a scene out of a French movie.
Again, she is wearing everything that is so fitting for her and rocking it without really trying – high waisted, ankle grazing jeans, socks showing, septum piercing and as she proudly proclaimed:
My dog is a part of the look!
I couldn’t agree more. What do you think?
Ok I cheated a bit because she is indoors, but I know you’ll forgive me because her top is noteworthy. Also, I cheated again because the term ‘Fleek’ has only been used for all things eyebrows related. But who cares about rules anyway. We make our own as we go along, right?
But in all honesty, we all love it when we go shopping and a lovely assistant is there to help. Plus she’s allowed an opinion because she’s dressed so well and you can trust that she knows what she’s doing if she wears a top as a dress and she mixes black with brown. Rules are meant to be broken, and this young lady breaks them well.