Caffé Nero

When there is a line at lunch hours, the café must be good — and it’s rightly so for Café Nero.
Best coffee I had by far in Stockholm, which is not an understatement since I make it my mission in my 2-​week stay to visit all White Guide and Tourism Stockholm suggested cafes. Strong but not burnt. Great shrimp pasta.
I sensed to have annoyed the barista by taking photo of the lunch meny (mostly 100 kor) so I can use google translate in prepare for next time — no English menu in case you wonder.

Great pasta with a bunch of varieties for 100kr for lunch.
Espresso is excellent. Slightly stronger than at most places in Stockholm but far better than most places, even the Italian ones.
Seating is bare bones and it is fairly noisy with an open kitchen and music playing.

Nice portions. Great for lunch but can be a little hectic. Nice and friendly staff. Good price. Worth eating again

Try their carbonara!

Swedes take a ton of pride in their coffee. They like it strong. Long, cold winters might have something to do with it. I’m proud to say, I live just around the corner from the best coffee served in all of Stockholm. In fact, I will venture to say it is the best coffee I’ve had in my life.
It’s Italian coffee, so it’s served by forcing hot water through densely-​packed ground coffee beans. I will have my coffee one of two ways, Americano or Espresso. More often I will have it as an Americano, typically for breakfast or during a midday fika, served with foamy warm milk on top, and a bit of brown sugar. Sometimes I’ll have it as an espresso with a cannoli dessert. No matter how I have it, Nero makes it perfectly. It’s made in a way that only your local neighborhood Italian restaurant and café can make it. And Nero qualifies itself as something that, when it disappears, or when I disappear, will be completely and utterly irreplaceable in my life.
So sadly I’ve become strangely addicted to it. Every morning before work, I wake up and I walk just around the corner to Caffe Nero. Everyone knows me there and expects me there. I’m one of the first to arrive in the morning. With my Americano, I have a freshly-​baked croissant (cornetto) filled with either apricot preserves, vanilla cream, almond paste, or chocolate. And every morning when I walk in the door, they get it started for me, no matter where in line I am. I’ll then sit down and savor the thirty minutes I have with my Americano, my cornetto, and my book. It’s my chance to unwind before I begin a day at work, or to appreciate the time I have with myself on a Saturday or Sunday morning. I am typically not a person of routine in any way, but I am probably Nero’s most regular and predictable customer ever.
And with their success comes great opportunity. As of today, they’re moving their main restaurant to a far larger space just two doors away, where they will have a bar and more seating room (something they are in desperate need of) and their current space will eventually be turning into their fresh bakery/​café after some renovations, something Stockholm is desperately missing.
Nero is an assault on the senses with their amazing coffee, their good, fresh baked goods, and their outstanding service and I humbly resign myself to the ridiculous power it has over me. If every place in Stockholm were like Nero, I’d never have any reason to want to leave.