I’ve been to Cibo Matto Caffe more times than I can count. Weekday mornings after school drop-off. A quiet Sunday with a book. That one rainy Thursday when my hair frizzed up and I just needed something warm and kind. I keep going back, and not just for the caffeine. It’s the way the place feels like a hug… and the coffee actually tastes like something.
If you’ve never swung by in person, you can always skim their latest menu and hours on the official Cibo Matto Caffe website.
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If you’re curious about an even deeper scoop on this little oasis, I put together a longer love letter on my site, Yeah, Basically Cibo Matto.
You can also dive into my full write-up, Cibo Matto Caffe: My Go-To Spot When I Need a Hug in a Cup, where I break down every aroma, playlist cue, and pastry crunch.
Quick take (so you know where I stand)
I’d give it 4.5 out of 5. The drinks are well made. Food’s solid. Vibe’s cozy. Sometimes it’s loud, and yeah, the line can snake. But I still go. That says a lot.
The vibe, the flow, the little things
From the street, it looks tiny. It’s not huge, but it opens up once you step in. White tile, wood tables, a long counter, and plants that look happier than mine. The soundtrack swings from old-school soul to mellow indie. Cups clink. Milk steam sighs. It’s busy at 8 a.m., calmer after 10:30, and golden around 2 p.m. when the light hits the window seats.
Outlets exist, but not many. I’ve camped at the bar with my laptop and a cappuccino more than once. It works… just bring a charged battery. Parking’s fine if you don’t mind a short walk; I’ve snagged street spots and also used a small lot behind the block.
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The staff? Friendly without being fake. The barista with the tiny cat tattoo remembered my “half-sweet, extra-hot pistachio latte” after two visits. That felt nice. Their warmth makes more sense after you read how the café came to be on their heartfelt Our Story page.
What I’ve actually ordered (and why I keep ordering it)
I don’t guess. I drink. A lot. Here’s what stood out for me.
- Pistachio Latte (hot and iced): Nutty, smooth, not syrupy. I ask for it half-sweet. When iced, it’s great with oat milk. On a hot day, it tasted like a fair breeze.
- Nutella Mocha: Rich. Dessert in a mug. Good when I’m running on fumes or it’s snowing. Add a pinch of sea salt if you’re feeling fancy.
- Cappuccino (dry): Classic 6-ounce, tight foam, sweet espresso. They don’t drown it in milk. Barista latte art that looks like a tiny leaf—cute, yes, but the taste is the win.
- Cortado: Balanced and bright. If you like espresso but don’t want a full latte, this hits the mark. I love it with a single-origin Ethiopia when they have it; fruity notes that pop without bitterness.
- Cold Brew: Strong with a chocolate finish. Didn’t taste burnt. I took one on a walk, and it kept me happy for an hour.
- Affogato (weekend treat): Vanilla gelato with a shot of espresso poured right over. Simple joy. On a slow Saturday, it felt like a tiny holiday.
- Seasonal rotation: Maple latte in fall (ask for light syrup), honey-lavender in spring (gentle and floral, not like chewing soap), peppermint mocha in winter (cheery but not too sweet).
Food-wise:
- Breakfast Ciabatta: Fried egg, melty provolone, arugula, and a tomato jam that has a bit of zing. I added bacon once. No regrets.
- Prosciutto + Fig Panini: Salty, sweet, and a little pepper bite from arugula. The bread has that crisp crunch when you bite. I actually said “wow” out loud. Embarrassing.
- Avocado Toast: Thick slice, lemon zest, chili flakes, olive oil. Clean and bright. I wish there were a poached egg add-on; I asked once, and they smiled and said not yet.
- Almond Croissant: Flaky and fragrant. My kid stole half of it in the car. I didn’t fight it.
- Cannoli (when they have them): Crisp shell, not too sweet cream. I’ve had better in Boston’s North End, sure, but this is no slouch.
Prices feel normal for a cafe that cares—most drinks fall in the 4 to 7 range; panini sit around 10 to 12. It’s not cheap, but you taste where the money goes.
On days when I can’t make it into the cafe, I hunt down their roaming kitchen; yes, the Cibo Matto food truck is real and I documented a whole snack-heavy day with it here.
One hiccup and how they fixed it
Once they made my latte with whole milk instead of oat. I noticed the first sip—heavier feel. I went back to the counter, and they swapped it fast, no eye roll, just “Thanks for telling us.” That kind of service sticks.
What could be better (because nothing’s perfect)
- The line: Weekday mornings can get stacked. I’ve waited 10 minutes. Worth it, but still a wait.
- Noise: When the rush hits, it bounces. Not ideal for Zoom calls.
- Pastry sell-outs: Almond croissants go early. If I roll in at 11, I get whatever crumbs are left. Fair—fresh means limited—but plan ahead.
- Seating: It’s cozy. Some days, it’s tough to find a table for two. I’ve squeezed at the window ledge and made it work.
To see how the space transforms after sundown—complete with warm bowls of pasta and a decibel level that somehow makes you smile—you can read my evening recap here.
Tiny tips from a regular who learned the hard way
- Go before 9 if you want the best pastry pick. After 10:30, it’s calmer.
- Ask for “half-sweet” on syrups. Their espresso has character; let it speak.
- Oat milk steams smooth here. If milk upsets your stomach, you’ll be fine.
- If you like heat, request chili oil on the side for panini. They have it behind the counter.
- They’ll make a proper cortado even if it’s not listed big on the board. Just ask.
- Keep a sweater in your bag. AC can nibble at your arms in summer.
The feeling I keep chasing
You know that first sip that slows your shoulders down? I got that here on a gray morning when I was running late, hair half up, kid’s snack still in my pocket. The pistachio latte was warm, balanced, and quiet in the best way. My day got better right then.
Final word
Cibo Matto Caffe isn’t trying too hard. It just delivers: thoughtful coffee, simple food done right, and a room that makes you want to stay one more minute. I’ll keep going. I’ll keep bringing friends. And I’ll keep ordering the pistachio latte—half-sweet, extra-hot—because some routines are worth keeping.
—Kayla Sox