“ Picture a serene boutique that sells Japanese incense, plop a tiny kitchen and amari bar in the corner, and you get something like Elf Cafe. It smells like an oil diffuser blew up in a nice way, with the occasional whiff of juicy siš kepab pollinating the air with warming spices. Keep the new and improved Elf Cafe in mind for casual meals that are still special enough to delight someone with good wine and hummus that wasn’t sourced from the depths of your fridge.”
The Infatuation