Alfalfa

Alfalfa works as an unpretentious cafe in central Leuven, where the counter does the talking and the machine sets the tempo. It does the unglamorous work of being open and being good, day after day, without asking for credit. It is a fixture more than a destination, and the regulars tend to prefer it that way. Across Belgium, places like this form the everyday backbone of how people take their coffee.

Drinks are made to be enjoyed rather than photographed, though there is no rule against both. Expect the easy, unforced character of an independent spot: coffee made without ceremony and a room that fills with regulars. What it lacks in polish it tends to make up for in character, which is what keeps regulars coming back.

Alfalfa anchors its small patch of Leuven, Belgium, well within reach of anyone exploring the area on foot. The surrounding blocks give it the steady foot traffic that keeps a coffee counter honest. Easy to reach and easy to like, it makes a sensible stop on the way to most things. What lingers about spots like this is rarely one drink so much as the run of ordinary good ones. Coffee, in the end, is mostly the small habit of showing up, and rooms like this make that habit easy to keep.