I sit here together with the world’s greatest philosopher and pretender to the throne of world emperor, a regular patron, contemplating the appeal of Cafe Nero.
Cafe Nero belies its sterile first impression by submerging you in subtle light (including candles) and the bartenders’ deep, cultivated appreciation for music.
Nero is the perfect mix of café and bar. Up the street a café serves morning and afternoon caffeine seekers. Further down, alcohol colors the evening and night. Nero skirts the balance, offering both.
The staff is intelligent, knowledgeable and accommodating whether they’re serving you tea, coffee, or whatever beer you choose from their impressive collection of bottles.
Drop by during the day, afternoon or evening. Play backgammon or chess among the screen-gazers. They don’t serve food but you’re welcome to buy something at one of the nearby food joints like Ni Hao (check my Ni Hao article) and enjoy it at Nero.
What draws me to Nero is that the bar is clearly a labor of love. The owners have invested their hearts into the bar to create an enjoyable atmosphere for themselves as well as their guests.