Review of Mr Cake Rådmansgatan – by Charlotte A.
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Mr. Cake!
The sight of the eye makes you get diabetes and you feel how it bubbles of ecstasy throughout the body when you get sight of the disk.
That the place has made a place on the map in a very short time, I can understand and I am one of those who now go överlik to get to eat Roy's "Red Velvet Croissant", which I was just too quick to gobbling in me before I had to photograph the wonder.
As for the premises, I think it is of the simplest kind, but when the pastries are allowed to say their, I do not think it plays such a big role. Here you go to eat, at least I. In addition to the sweet, I think Mr. Cake delivers good "regular" food too and their falafelwrap that is new to the lunch menu is a big shot. Tips!
Sure, it takes a juicy Peng for the visit but I can think it might be worth it then it feels like an overall experience to just get here. One suffers from decision anxiety at least 10 times but ultimately it doesn't matter so much what you choose from their wide range for everything tastes truly heavenly. One disadvantage of the café is that there are not so many gluten-free alternatives or completely vegan, but they have improved themselves over time.
If you want to eat in peace and I recommend to come here around opening/closing times, otherwise you can usually fight on a table when it is incredibly popular and teeming with tourists (some who are looking for the good coffee and a part that only wants a nice Instagram Flow!).
If you would suffer decision anxiety-Red velvet croissant with its magical creamy from the fresh cheese, sweetness, frasighet from the thinnest of Smördegslager and a very, wonderful taste experience á 48 kronor!
