Those who know me can attest that I am unabashedly obsessive about coffeehouses. I'm a freelance writer and nomad, so whatever city I find myself in, my first order of business is to find where I'll be writing—a.k.a. the best coffeehouses in town. They have to be comfortable, preferably with outlets, aesthetically pleasing, with good vibes, other artists, and fantastic coffee. It’s difficult to meet all these criteria, but when I find it, it's like striking gold.
Cosita Buena (translated “A Good Thing”) is such a place. I lived in Miraflores for the first seven weeks of the new year, and this coffeeshop was just a five-minute walk from my BnB. The baristas were always lovely and attentive, and the interior was stunning and fresh—minimalistic with smatterings of colors, plants, and art, while maintaining an aesthetic balance that remained soothing to the senses. In the front room, there was a long table and a bar against the window, and in the back room were comfortable benches built into the walls, piled with pillows.
I often sat on these benches as I wrote, near the rounded arch that looked into the kitchen, enjoying the aromas that wafted out—pastry crust baking, cakes being iced, fresh croissants rising. Every day new delicacies were featured, each emerging from the kitchen as its own artisanal achievement. There were golden empanadas stuffed to bursting, perfectly seasoned, with flaky layers that would bring tears to your eyes; quiches perfectly balanced in flavor and texture, with ingredient pairings like spinach, mushroom, pecan, and sausage, that were genius. Their baked goods were glazed works of perfection and their americanos were as effortlessly smooth as their iced lattes.
While I lived in Miraflores, I frequented that shop four times a week, until I recognized each of the baristas and they knew my coffee order by heart.
If your journey brings you to Miraflores, find your way here.
It is cosita buena. See for yourself.