On my recent trip to Sweden, we found a little cafe round the corner from our hostel which was the equivalent of Cafe Crema; attractive arty types with perfect facial hair / breasts, serving amazing organic sandwiches at extortionate prices in a dilapidated space that would probably have been bulldozed if it wasn't for the intelligible life forms that frequent it. Perfect moustache man made me put up the flyers at every table, even if a businessman was shuffling his vegan omelette around his plate as I approached.
