El Minutito

Not just coffee — this is culture in a cup. There’s something about Minutito that hits different. Maybe it’s the way the espresso bar forces you to stand, to be present. Maybe it’s the banana bread still warm from the oven. Or the way the fig kombucha surprises you, sharp and sweet all at once. It feels like Madrid — standing room only, strangers brushing shoulders, laughter echoing off tiled walls — but with a Mexico City hipster edge. No laptops. No rush. Just coffee, bocatas, and conversation. Come in the morning for the cortado, stay past sunset for jamón and a Hercules beer. The vibes change with the hour, but the soul stays put. Places like this remind you: café isn’t a place to work. It’s a place to feel alive.