Speciality cafés are the IKEA for me

Speciality cafés are the IKEA for me

I never missed ‘home’ when I lived in Madrid, because at that time Spain was my home without any doubts. I was not homesick at all. But when I once went to IKEA, I just got more relaxed. I never realised, that I missed something, but still, it was another level of calmness there. Because IKEA is IKEA everywhere. I know it, it is visually relaxing, it feels safe because I know it. I thought if I’d ever felt homesick, I just needed to visit a yellow-blue store to get my instant cure.

How come this popped into my mind now? I am in Bangkok, it is early in the morning and the café of my hostel only opens next month, they don’t have breakfast either. So I left searching for coffee and breakfast in the city that is just waking up after the night of celebrating Chinese New Years. Usually I get my morning started at a local place, but not this time. I am halfway in a long-long travel in a city that I never planned visiting. Today I need a nice coffee.

At this moment I realised. For me a speciality café means safety and security. For many, these are impersonal, steril, industrial design, La Marzocco coffee machine and single origin coffee. Could be anywhere in the world. I have a special talent in finding these places, even in the most unexpected locations – okay, there’s no such café in Don Det, at Kong Lor Cave or in the small villages of Java – when I need them. I think this is how I cheat a little. This makes me feel safe and allows me to continuously step out of my comfort zone during the day.