Mad for MAD
Prime people watching in Retiro park. Apparently it is illegal for people to go shirtless in the city, but I didn’t see any arrests out in the lake. Ah, España. You and your tapas and late bedtimes. Last weekend I popped into Madrid for a few days to catch up with a friend from school and unexpectedly also indulge in some solid brunch. Let me tell you, the neighborhood to be is Malasaña. Street art, coffee, more coffee and boutiques tucked in here and there. If you can deal with expats of the Instagramming and gossiping variety, a few places I would recommend for a java jolt in this hood are: Toma Café. Major props for the witty postcards, the cold brew and the ’90s pop playlist they had goin’ on. Federal. Aussie inspired. Flat whites and vegan smoothies galore. Beware people at the communal table stealing your avocado toast (true story). La Bicicleta. A real coffee shop, like the laptop/work kind of place. A wonderful mixture of couches and segregated seating for people who want to type …