This small cafe opened in 2017 and unlike all the others it is Icelandic. I love to sit outside, where it is calm (one-way street) and very spacious. It is a perfect place for a relaxed talk – sunny during winter, covered by leaves in summer. The good cappuccino comes in small mugs and is far better than in most of the Italian places. Their cinnamon rolls are crisp and quite different from the Danish ones. They serve vegan bowls for lunch and blue is generally an issue here: the walls have a funny dark blue Nordic tile decoration and the owner Stephanie Bjarnason, half-Icelandic half-French, has fantastic light blue eyes that let you dream of a frozen Nordic beach when she is explaining you the details of her Icelandic blueberry cake.
Years ago, my brother ran the first Munich computer-chat out of the left half of the cafe, suspiciously watched by the state-owned telephone company, which couldn’t understand why a 8 m office needs over 100 telephone lines. Each line was hooked up to a 28.8k modem all together offering only a fraction of the bandwidth the free WiFi there now offers each of us.