Naked

Exceptional Coffee Experience with Vibrant Atmosphere

Arriving at Naked Coffee, a seemingly inconspicuous nook powering Greenwich through its caffeine-neediness, feels like happening upon one of those understated gems in the gastronomic rough. The vibe here embraces all comers, particularly thanks to the young barista sporting an energetic mullet you half expect belongs on stage with a guitar, not behind a gleaming espresso machine. While their electricity bill might be inflated by an intimidatingly perky coffee bean supplier, it's the Flat White that proves George—our java-wizard—a veritable magician with oat milk.

Predictably, from such clandestine excellence come expected negatives. It must be mentioned: value weighs heavily here. Connoisseurs might critique with sighs over latte pictograms mixing into cappuccino swirls. But sacrilege aside, it’s in Greenwich you find tasty coffee, one measured less by pennies and tall mugs and more by immaculate cleanliness in every outlandish technical quadrant, from wrestling milk to grinder knife-edged mechanics. For all my ironical quibbles, it’s a place with heart—a reliable stopover where you'll probably spoon-rifling muffins and caramel slices on days you feel economy should share sudden generosity. Indeed, Naked Coffee’s exuberance isn’t found merely in music or milk frothers but in something refreshingly straightforward, where concoctions compete with melody and mirth. — Penelope Savory