Our story
Lipa started as a counter with two tables and an old red coffee grinder. Today there is room for thirty people, but the mornings have stayed the same: first the smell of bread, then the first guests with their umbrellas.
We buy from farmers in the valley, bake our own pastries and roast our coffee at a friend’s place two streets away.
“I come for the coffee and stay for the people.”A regular, every morning at 7:15
