La Cabra Bakery

Arrived on a Tuesday morning and there was no wait. I was able to get a seat as well. Went to a couple bakeries in the area, and this cardamom bun was my favourite of them all. It was the most unique in flavor. Very spice-forward. The ambience of the restaurant was unique as well, with a sophisticated, upscale feeling created by the ambient, low-fi music and minimal, natural decor.

Came here based on recommendations from social media. It did not disappoint!!! The line was basically out the door but thankfully it moved pretty quick and we only ordered pastries. Ordered the croissant, sourdough, canele and cardumum bun. All FANTASTIC!!!!! That crossiant took me back to Europe and that bun was a little sweet but had a great chew. The candle was a surprise but still excellent. I could eat these pastries without feeling guilty or full to the point that I was over saturated with too many calories. It was amazing!

The place is bumping. Lively atmosphere with the music. Baristas were on top of their game. Had a really good pour over. It was on point. The pastry I had was great too. If you have some extra money to spare get one of the pour overs. It’s on the next page of the menu. I tried a sample of their drip, don’t think I would drink their drip. I would go for the pour over menu or espresso.

The pastries are delicious and the croissants are definitely my favorite. I crave them all the time. Coffee is great too. It’s been pretty consistently busy every time I’ve gone so I never expect to actually be able to sit down. Usually just grab and go. Their branding is on point, too. Love the goat on the boxes, cups, etc.

As someone from Denmark, La Cabra has always been a familiar refuge — a place where coffee is treated with the same quiet rigour and curiosity that shaped its beginnings in Aarhus. Their approach is built on intention: one roast profile, chosen at the cupping table, meant to reveal the coffee’s character rather than manipulate it. I wasn’t expecting a queue for something that feels so intrinsically like home, but that’s New York asserting itself. The space was lovely, the coffee tasted exactly as it should — clean, bright, and grounded in the philosophy they’ve carried from Aarhus to Copenhagen to here — yet the rush of the café stole a bit of the calm I usually associate with La Cabra. More of the city’s energy than the café’s fault, but still noticeable. Still, it was a comfort to sit there, coffee in hand, knowing the same careful decisions underpin every cup on both sides of the Atlantic.