What does one call this? Neither a café nor a bakery, IMO. A counter with staff that sells baked goods and coffee. Coffee out of an automated machine, purchases served on paper plates and in paper mugs. In a moment of desperation and to offset any eventual hanger pangs, I had a huice and croissant. Both tasted like sadness, i.e. factory made and not so fresh. There are other better places for fika — find them. Don’t go here.