My morning coffee: Ordrupgaard

This weekend I took my son to a birthday party at a classmate's home in Ordrup, a leafy suburb north of Copenhagen, just inland from Charlottenlund. It was a chilly day (-5 degrees) but the sky was blue and the low winter sun beckoned me to enjoy my spare couple of hours (or at least part of it) out in the fresh air. And so, after dropping off my son into the gaggle of excitement and not knowing whether to laugh or cry as the hired party clown struggled up the steps with her fixed oversized smile but clearly ill practised at negotiating the narrow icy treads in her oversized circus shoes... I turned my back on the squeals of 6 year old mayhem and headed out for the peace and tranquility of Ordrupgaard. Although it was later in the day (not strictly 'morning'), I knew there would be a perfect opportunity to warm up with a coffee.

Since the job that brought us here ended, we are still looking for the next chapter to reveal itself. I am slowly adjusting to this interim phase of 'not knowing'. Christmas was a wonderful distraction and indeed the everyday chores and routines that it takes to keep the cogs of a family working smoothly play their part in providing purpose and direction to each new morning but the bigger picture sometimes leaves me gasping for air.

Times such as these are when rituals can provide immense comfort. I have found that my morning coffee is a place that I can return to every day and there is a space there that I recognise. I've also found that going for a walk is a great way to clear the head and because I've foregone my two feet for two wheels over the last couple of years, the novelty of the slower pace gives a different and refreshing perspective. Ordrupgaard offers a chance for both: a walk in the grounds in the crisp winter air and a cafe where I can settle down with a coffee and a good book.

The original stately home at Ordrupgaard was the summer house of a wealthy insurance magnate and his wife in the early 1900s. A quaint thought really when one looks at how Copenhagen has grown consuming the outlying rural landscape within its urban sprawl. Ordrup is now only a handful of stops north of Norreport on the s-tog (the suburban train). Notwithstanding this shrinking commute, there is a sense of the countryside in the grounds of Ordrupgaard and whilst the stately home still houses the extensive collection of French impressionist art, I'm afraid I have yet to set foot inside it as my attention is always drawn to the other two notable buildings nearby.

In 1942 the Danish architect and furniture designer, Finn Juhl, built his home (above) on a plot adjoining Ordrupgaard and today it is preserved to look as it was when it was inhabited, showcasing his iconic furniture in its natural setting. I'm no architecture buff nor do I pretend to know anything about furniture design but one cannot spend any time here in Denmark without developing at least a very tentative curiosity about and taste for the clean lines and form of the design classics. Wandering around Finn Juhl's house, even a philistine like me starts to appreciate how a building and the furniture it contains can work together to produce harmony. I stroll around the perimeter, peering in through the windows with the crunching snow underfoot but its the third and most recent addition to Ordrupgaard that draws me inside.

The cafe is housed in the wing designed by Iraqi architect, Zaha Hadid, and opened in 2005. The clean lines and the huge windows give it the appearance of floating. Inside it feels very much as if the open space of the cafe is part of the surrounding garden and it is the perfect place to loose oneself, as I did for my comforting ritual. One can't buy a cappuccino or a latte and so there was a moment of panic when I thought I was going to have to run the gauntlet of a warmed cup of something filtered or instant. But no, a 'coffee' is a cafetière bubbling and frothing it's so fresh, a bowl of sugar cubes and a jug of milk. This too suggests a ceremony (even if not the immediately recognisable cappuccino ritual) and so I know I won't be disappointed. And I'm not.

Find out more about Ordrupgaard, the permanent collection and the exhibitions, at their website

Cost: A pot of coffee for one costs 35 DKK
Coffee hygge factor: 4 out of 5

My morning coffee: Agnes Cupcakes

Last minute Christmas shopping and a stroll around Copenhagen to keep the blood flowing, given the drop in temperature, it was the perfect opportunity to share a morning coffee and catch up with two of my oldest friends here. To clarify, when I say 'oldest', its not their age I'm referring to but they are two of the girls that I met early on in our Copenhagen adventure. As is so often the case when one lands in a foreign city with young children, we met through the children. Bonding as adults during time spent at playgroups and playgrounds, children's playdates and little ones' birthday parties. Ultimately, I know that our children spent all this time together because we bonded as mothers, but one always wonders what might happen when the children move on..

And here we are in a new phase of our friendship - the children are in daycare (save for the angel baby that tagged along today and did a marvellous job of sleeping as mummy browsed and shopped). Today was one of our get togethers under the new regime - it was kid-free time. We weren't bound by children's routines and needs. It was our time. Its in this new context that we are getting to know each other as individuals not just as the mothers of the children our own children play with. Its all part of the journey to our pre-mother identity. Or maybe we never lose that identity but it asserts itself when children are in daycare and we can meet up as 'girlfriends'. The focus is on us rather than our (adorable) little appendages.

I'm very pleased to report that when left to our own devices, we headed straight for the cupcake emporium that is Agnes Cupcakes. Like kids in a candy store, we gasped and delighted at the colourful buttercream and sponge cake creations. The coffee, though a necessity, was an after thought. In truth, even the cupcakes, though delicious, blended into the background as we caught up and chatted the time away.

Now we chat about our stuff not our roles in the world as mothers and that, like the coffee, is refreshing. Re-energised we returned to our Christmas shopping lists and the chatter continued. It turns out that even without our children in tow we have lots to talk about!

Visit Agnes' website to see the ever changing menu of seasonal cupcake creations.

Cost: A double cappuccino costs 30 DKK
Coffee hygge factor: 4 out of 5 (what's not to love when the coffee comes with such a tasty side order?!)

My morning coffee: CPH Coffee

Its Saturday morning again and I'm back in Christianshavn with my daughter for her ballet lesson. These lessons are now a permanent feature in our weekend schedule and one of my favourite times of the week. Its not just the lesson and seeing her jumping and (very nearly) skipping around in her cute ballet outfit, I also love being in Christianshavn. The 20 minute bike ride to the other side of the canal and across the bridge to Amager takes us through central Copenhagen and into the heart of touristville. I love being there as a 'local' or, at least, a long term visitor.

It was nearly two years ago to the day that we came over to Denmark looking for somewhere to live and we seriously considered a warehouse space on Holmen behind the new opera house. Of course, now that we know the city we know that it wouldn't have worked for us to live all the way out there, relying on the water taxi to get across the harbour. But two years ago Copenhagen was still an unknown, somewhere that was waiting to be discovered. Today it feels like home.

En route to ballet, we stop off for a coffee and a snack (chocolate croissant, if my daughter has anything to do with it) at CPH coffee. Funnily enough, this spot first caught my eye on that reconnaissance trip in November 2010. For anyone who has ever been to London the logo and marketing of CPH coffee brings to mind 'Pret-a-manger', a coffee shop/sandwich bar chain that was my stable lunch option back in the day. At first I wondered if they too had been drawn to Scandinavia but in fact the little CPH coffee spot on Torvegade is a one-off independent place. From my regular visits on Saturday mornings I have gotten to know CPH coffee and my daughter has her own 'usual' order of warm milk as I sip on my cappuccino and we watch the tourists on their way to Christiania.

Places like these make Copenhagen feel like home for me. I chat in Danish now as I help my daughter make small talk about the ballet classes and we giggle together about the chocolate smeared around her face. And having lived here for nearly two years, I have watched my paradigm shift. It doesn't take long for the unfamiliar to become the norm. But on this trip to ballet, it is starting to look strange again. 

This week, the job that brought my husband (and us) over here was called to a shocking and abrupt end. Despite a stella performance on his part and record results for the business as a whole, it is being shut down. Out of the blue, just like that, brutal in its timing. Our Danish adventure now feels like it is slipping through our fingers. This is all still so fresh and raw but on my bike ride through Christianshavn, I feel different about my environment already. We stop for coffee, chat in Danish and, of course, it tastes as good as ever and I realise how deep it will cut if we have to leave.

Just now, we don't know what our next step will be but, if the end of our adventure in Denmark is in sight, I'm determined to squeeze every last drop out of it....

Cost: single shot cappuccino costs 26 DKK (varm mælk for min datter serves i en helt specialt koppe - gratis!)

Coffee hygge factor: 4 out of 5

My morning coffee: Den franske plads, Fælledparken

The rain today is the type that we folks from the north of England would call 'mizzle' - something in between a mist and a drizzle. You know it because an umbrella is useless on days like these, the moisture in the air seems to 'fall' and then back up on itself. You don't get wet, you get damp. But, as they say in Denmark, there's no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothing - and so, with my son off to a birthday party, my daughter and I wrapped up and headed out to play. Her in her polka dot snowsuit and me in my red poncho - bright colours for a grey day. 

Her favourite place to play these days is the new playground on the eastern side of Fælledparken known as 'den franske plads'. Newly renovated it is a mecca of outdoor fun for the children of Østerbro with its mass of sunken trampolines, wooden climbing frames, oversized red swings and spinning roundabout type things (that are guaranteed to keep the children and the parents pushing them giddy). For my daughter its all about the trampolines and she's as happy to jump as to watch the bigger kids do their tricks with flips and somersaults. Of course, this means a trip to the playground for me amounts to standing and watching (although I have also been known to have a go at jumping myself from time to time). Since becoming a parent, I've often thought a mobile coffee truck would have a roaring trade at a play area on weekends and this morning the little green van from Kalles-Kaffe was there to greet me.

Even before I got to taste the coffee, I felt the draw of a kindred spirit. I knew that whoever it was who had shared my thoughts and was cashing in on the weekend weary parents at the playground had also had the good sense to add some colour to the grey landscape and was making a statement with his bright green van. It's one of those curious things about Denmark that while the Danes have bright white interiors in their homes, when it comes to outdoor clothing, dark colours are the order of the day. Maybe its a metaphor for the Danish psyche - I couldn't possible comment - save to say that in our colourful clothing, my daughter and I stand out from the crowd in a very non-Jante sort of way.  

Dry in our weather-tight clothing and with a warm cup of River Kaffe in my hand, we spent the morning happily sipping, bouncing, swinging, spinning and climbing. For a good cappuccino-on-the-go, the Kalles-Kaffe hit the spot, though the barista told me that the franske plads playground isn't a regular location for the truck as there is more money to be made elsewhere.

Cost: a double cappuccino costs 30 DKK
Coffee hygge factor: 4 out of 5 (which other coffee place can compete in terms of children's entertainment?!)

Find out more about the Kalles-Kaffe concept at their website www.kalles-kaffe.dk

My morning coffee: Democratic cafe, Hovedbiblioteket

We're incredibly lucky as my husband rarely travels for his work. He takes on more than his share of the childcare, drops the children at school at least twice a week, is home in time for a family dinner every night and never works at weekends. However, today he left for a trip to New York and then on to Canada. And so, I'm gearing up for a stint of solo parenting and its going to be a shock to the system! I'll need some tricks up my sleeves for the more challenging hours in the lives of 2 and 5 year olds. Without a doubt, I find the end of the day the most stressful - when the peace and quiet of sleeping children is tantalisingly within my grasp but there is still bathtime and storytime to get through. As a special treat (and to get maximum return on my parenting efforts) I have promised the children bedtime stories together in 'the cave' (a.k.a the cosy space under my son's raised bunk created by hanging a blanket down the sides). The children love this change to the routine and will happily snuggle up with me for stories behind the blanket on the bed of cushions. I've also decided to go for the jackpot and stock up on a new collection of library books for our first night without daddy. So, having waved off my husband, it was off to the Hovedbibliotek for my morning coffee...

One doesn't usually associate beverages with libraries - in England, its forbidden - but if I've learned one thing here in Denmark its to challenge my preconceptions. Danish libraries never cease to amaze me - they're about so much more than just books. The cafes, the extensive magazine collections (including the chance to borrow archived issues for 14 day loans), the music and DVDs, the text messages when your loans are due back and the online facilities for renewal, the readings, the concerts, the gallery corners, the IT facilities - its all there. The library stock seems to know no bounds and the system for getting to it is free and simple. And yes, you're allowed to take your drinks (and snacks) into the library to enjoy while you browse. If you don't want to leave the comfort of your armchair at home you can access the music streaming via the Bibzoom website (for free - a serious rival to Spotify) or watch your favourite movie (up to 5 films per month - for free!) via Filmstriben. All you need is your trusty CPR card to register.

     

And don't get me started on the children's sections....stocked with picture books and story books in many languages - there's a very impressive English book section and fantastic collections of toys, puzzles, drawing materials, dressing up clothes and push-along vehicles for indoor play on rainy days. Most libraries have computer terminals for children and the main library on Krystalgade has iPads for the little ones. I've even heard rumours that on Wednesdays children are invited to 'climb the shelves' although when I was there this morning the kindergarten group that was visiting was content to run around in an elaborate (and noisy) game of knights and princesses.

We spent many a happy hour sheltering from the elements in the local library during our early days here in the middle of a particularly cold and snowy winter but since then the trips to the bibliotek (whether its the local one near home, the one near school or in the centre of town - one card fits all!) are now a weekly outing whatever the weather. This morning I had a leisurely read of the paper, whilst sipping my cappuccino and left with a bag full of new books for tonight's bedtime stories in the cave. 

Cost: double shot cappuccino at the Democratic Cafe costs 35 DKK
Coffee hygge factor: 5 out of 5 (yes, its a library that provides the perfect setting for a good cappuccino, it turns out)

Find out more about Copenhagen's libraries at www.bibliotek.kk.dk

My morning coffee: IKEA

It's Monday morning and the children are back to school after the week long break that we used to call 'half term' back in the UK. In Denmark it's 'week 42' or, for those of us who can just about keep track of the seasons but are not yet up to speed with counting the weeks, 'efterårsferie' (autumn holiday). Either way, it was a week packed with all the fun that Copenhagen had to offer and what fun we had - from the apple day at Aarstiderne, the dinosaurs at Experimentarium, a matinee at the Kongelige Teater, wading through the autumn leaves in the playgrounds, the bike parks and kite flying at the dyrehaven. It was a relaxing interlude from the routines and the grind.

The weather was kind to us too and rain clouds blew over never staying long enough to dampen the spirits. Now that the week is behind us, we're looking forward to winter and the cosy joy of Christmas is on the horizon. Rumours were abound that the Ikea shelves were already stocked with juletide trimmings and so, with the children safely packed off to school again, I ventured out to Gentofte.

Everybody knows that nobody goes to Ikea for the coffee, do they? Well, this cappuccino drinking coffee snob doesn't though I had heard tell that if you arrive at Ikea before opening time then the coffee is free. Don't knock it til you've tried it, right? Wrong. It's Ikea and my suspicions rang true. I had no desire to linger and so this particular early bird had no need for the hot brown liquid the machines were dispensing gratis. But if there is one place that I find myself picking up things I don't need, it's here at the homewares and furnishing mecca.

An hour later, I emerged with Christmas wrappings, decorations, kitchen utensils that I have so far survived without but today appealed to my inner domestic goddess as 'absolutely essential', reams of red cloth for a sewing project and this rather nifty organiser for the children's art supplies that have more than earned their right to a good home after the use and abuse they took in little hands last week.

And so, there it is. Even without the free shot of caffeine, I survived an early morning at Ikea and am now smug in my pre-Christmas preparations.

Cost: coffee from the machine before 10 am is free
Coffee hygge factor: nil (but you knew that already!)

For Ikea's opening hours go to the website

My morning coffee: Aarstiderne

It was one of those mornings when I knew as I woke up that if we didn't get out of the house and get going early, we would soon be climbing the walls and ready to kill each other. One of those mornings when I had to ignore the little voices in my head that told me I needed caffeine in order to function and instead I had to figure out how to solve the logistical conundrum of getting my children into the fresh air, my husband to his well deserved Sunday morning pastry (he gets up early on Sundays as I have my lie-in) and ultimately me to my coffee. The night before we had spoken about going up to Humlebæk to Aarstiderne's farm at Krogerup for the 'Apple day'. This morning, it was grey and the forecast was heavy rain but I knew that up at the farm there would be a great coffee, hay bales to climb and freshly baked cinnamon rolls - it was a no-brainer. 

It was nothing short of a military operation to get everyone dressed and into their waterproofs and wellies (not least because as I was in my pre-caffeine state, I forgot to ask the children about going to the toilet until they were three layers deep in rain gear!). We don't have a car and so to get out to the countryside, we have to be pretty committed to the cause and it was the promise of good coffee that kept me going as we cycled up to Hellerup to catch the Helsingør train. When we arrived at the farm, I tried to make a bee-line for the cafeteria but the children caught sight of the 'apple pizzas' that were firing in the wood burning outdoor stove and the martyr in me rose again.

In hindsight it was a short detour for the children to roll dough, sprinkle cinnamon butter and sugar, slice apples and then stand and watch the pizzas bake in the oven. When my cappuccino and I were finally united, it was well worth the effort. As a family, we tucked into a baked feast of apple cup cakes and apple crumble. And of course, a cinnamon roll for my husband. Energised, we watched the apple presses, climbed the hay bales and took a long walk through the woods, splashing in all the puddles along the way.

Cost: a double shot cappuccino costs 40 DKK
Coffee hygge factor: 4 out of 5 (not least because of the beautiful farm setting)

Aarstiderne is an organic farm that delivers fruit and vegetables in boxes all over Denmark. Find out more about the farm and the many seasonal events at www.aarstiderne.com

My morning coffee in London: Federation Coffee Brixton Village

It's been over 18 months since I visited London. For someone who lived there for 19 years, that's a long time. Especially when you consider what London has been through in recent months - a Royal Wedding, the Queen's Diamond Jubilee and, of course, the Olympics. And when I landed in my former home town, it immediately looked different. Like some of the people I would see during my visit, change was apparent.

Do you remember standing with your mother in the street as she chatted to her friend who, when you impatiently tugged at your mother's arm, would look at you and say,'Gosh, haven't you grown?!' I do it myself now and I am waiting for the smarty pants who will answer me back (as I fantasised about doing back then) 'Yes, well what did you expect? Time stands still for nobody'. This was the phrase that kept coming to me as I explored my dear old London town.

Except for a few years spent in SW19, I lived in North London but on this visit I stayed with my sister in Kennington and when I asked her to take me to her favourite coffee shop, she took me to Brixton, to Cold Harbour Lane. This wasn't what I was expecting. My last trip along Cold Harbour Lane was 15 years ago and it ended in disaster. Back then I wasn't brave enough to venture to these parts - I didn't need the ethnic experience of the little Caribbean, I was afraid of landing myself in a lawless and dangerous underworld. On one occasion, however, crossing London I drove along Cold Harbour Lane in my beloved Volkswagen Beetle (an original from 1972). It was a dark and cold winter night. Another car came out of a junction and collided with me, crumpling the Beetle like a tin can and leaving me stranded to wait for tow truck assistance. It was a long and lonely night and I was terrified of moving from my spot. How different it would have been today. Stranded now, I would head straight for Brixton Village.

The covered market hall that runs off Cold Harbour Lane offers an abundance of trendy independent coffee shops, bars and eateries, organic bakeries and the like. Dotted amongst these recent additions are the original market stalls selling the cheap and cheerful housewares, rolls of brightly coloured African cloth and Caribbean hairstylists. Until recently, it was run down and derelict with only 50% occupancy. Now, it is buzzing and thriving. There are many coffee spots to choose from but my sister already had a very special place in mind - Federation Coffee.

Brixton village might be a bit of a rabbit warren but Federation Coffee is light and airy. The coffee is roasted on the premises and there is a vast range of pastries and sandwiches. The tables are cheek by jowl but I am sure that I only noticed this because I have been away from London for a while - its Copenhagen that has the space (and not the other way around!). My morning coffee at Federation is right up there at the top of the list and it must be because I had the time to enjoy it with one of my favourite people, my sister.

Cost: single shot cappuccino costs £2.40
Coffee hygge factor: 4.5 out of 5

Find out more for when you next find yourself in Brixton at www.federationcoffee.com 

My morning coffee: Laundromat

Its one of those mornings when there is lots to do. Housework is piling up, toys need to be picked up and put away and the flat could do with a date with the hoover. But, its also raining and in a couple of hours a new chapter will begin. The chores can wait, there's a cappuccino with my name on it and its brewing at a laundromat right around the corner. Yes, Laundromat is a Copenhagen institution - you can eat (and/or drink) whilst your laundry is being done. Better still, at the Laundromat cafe on Århusgade in Østerbro, children can play whilst you eat and drink.

This particular coffee spot holds a very special place for me. This was where I first met up with some of the expat mums and babies that have become good friends. It was here that I first ran the gauntlet of ordering a drink in Danish (and suffered the repeated humiliation of a blank faced waitress who defeated me with her stubborn denials of comprehension - oh the shame!). But over the months it has been here that I have retreated after dropping off my daughter at the nearby vuggestue with my Danish books spread out across the table and have laboured on and on, eavesdropping on the Danish conversations around me, slogging away at homework and exam revision. There is no doubt that my time at the Laundromat has paid off.

Ordering in Danish is now rewarded rather than ridiculed (or perhaps I flatter myself, it may just be a gesture of pity!). After 18 months and having successfully conquered the sizeable hurdles of module 4, I am now taking a break. I'm trading in the twice weekly evening language lessons for a more leisurely day time course concentrating on pronunciation. Thanks Laudromat for playing host to my toil and for the refreshments along the way. And so, this morning's coffee is for old time's sake. Vi ses på module 5!

Cost: a double shot cappuccino costs 39 DKK
Coffee hygge factor: 4 out of 5

Find out more at www.thelaundromatcafe.com

My morning coffee: Lagkagehuset

This morning my daughter started ballet school and if you've even been a mother of a little girl at her first ballet lesson, where its all pink and tutus and ooh and aah, then you'll know the place of which I speak. Nothing could prepare me for it. My daughter had been dressing up in her 'dancing shoes' and prancing around in various mock ups of a ballerina's wardrobe for a couple of days but there's something very different about being in a room full of such little girls. It was one of those moments.

The school we have chosen for her is in Christianshavn and so it was a merry little jaunt on the bikes from Østerbro on this sunny Saturday morning and what a wonderful way to start the day. But the energy and excitement for what lay ahead did not dispel the need for a wake up shot of caffeine and I decided that the best place for this pitstop would be the original Lagkagehuset on Torvegade.

Now that I am writing up my experience at what has apparently been voted one of the best bakeries in the city, I am struggling to find testament to support the urban myths that surround this place. During my time here I had heard (although now I cannot verify) that lagkage is a layered cake traditionally eaten on birthdays and the building that sits at the junction of Torvegade and Overgaden oven Vandet (shown in the picture above) reminiscent of such a lagkage, was the first bakery to open in the group and gave it its name: Lagkagehuset (the layer cake house). In any event, here it was that we made pilgrimage and enjoyed coffee and a pastry before the morning's fun began.

Lagkagehuset can be found all over Denmark and their branded colouring with the famous signatures of the founders, Steen Skallebæk and Ole Kristofferson, can be a comforting sight in moments of need. Their bread is really what puts them on the map and they boast that most of it is allowed to rise for 12 hours. Be prepared to pay though as this labour of love doesn't come cheap.

And, of course, they are the creators of the cursed 'chokoryg' - is it a chocolate roll with rye in it or a rye roll with chocolate in it? Either way, the mention of 'rye' and it immediately made an appearance on  my list of 'healthy'(er) snacks! Be warned, they are not for the faint hearted or those, like me, with no self control.

Cost: a large (single shot) cappuccino costs 32 DKK
Coffee hygge factor: 3 out of 5

Find out more at www.lagkagehuset.dk

My morning coffee: Det Rene Brød

Is it possible to be unwittingly in the presence of a celebrity? If you don't know that the person sitting next to you is famous, are they stripped of their celebrity status? In other words, are famous people only famous to the people who know them or do they become 'inherently' famous? These are the questions that started doing laps of my brain as I sat down for my coffee in the beautiful organic bakery on Rosenvængets Allé, Det Rene Brød (The clean bread). I hadn't intended to have a philosophical discussion with myself but I was making notes on a book I had read on Søren Kirkegaard in preparation for my Danish test and I guess my grey matter was on overdrive. As I buried my head in my work, I looked up from time to time to sip my cappuccino and in doing so became aware of the beautiful people gathering around a particularly beautiful man sitting at the window to my left.

I had no idea who this man was but I got the sense that he was someone I should know (or at least, know of).  Famous people have that air about them - sometimes they carry themselves with an aura of 'you must know who I am' but other times it isn't their behaviour but what they inspire in others: the nervous giggles and blushes; the body language of mortals in the presence of greatness.

Well, as I had no clue as to the fame (or infamy) of my fellow coffee drinker, I continued to simply observe as the anthropological drama played itself out. Its essence was lost on me. I wouldn't suggest that anyone visit Det Rene Brød in the hope of a celebrity spotting - go for the coffee and for the pastries - you won't be disappointed. And if are lucky enough to find the place quiet, then the experience will be complete.

Det Rene Brød prides itself first and foremost on its organic bread and pastries, which, it promises, are better for you and for the environment. The coffee is not the main attraction but it plays a perfect accompaniment and is reasonably priced.

Cost: a double shot cappuccino costs 27 DKK
Coffee hygge factor: 4 out of 5

For lists of the breads on offer and the other bakeries across Copenhagen, visit www.detrenebrød.dk