Kaffe Horna, Nuremberg, Germany

Scheurlstraße 11, 90478 Nürnberg, Germany
 A brief reprieve, a silent slip away from the city centre and into a residential area and I am lost but lost with purpose. This is only the second time I’ve been to Nuremberg but it is a city that lends itself to wandering. The large open roads, pedestrianised old town and the wealth of history and architecture make for an atmospheric stroll but I am on the hunt for a specific prize, something to give me the necessary perk and pick me up to soldier on through the stag-do shenanigans that I have transplanted here for. 
I know Berlin is the city where German caffeine fiends flock to and I also know the Deutsch love their drip and filter coffee, so I am dubious about coming across a decent espresso joint but I’m led to believe that there are three of note with the nearest being a 15-minute walk from the hostel. Whilst everyone else slowly stirs from a long night of drinking, I shower and shoot out to find this morning elixir.
Heading North and away the old town seems a little odd given that you’d assume this would be the prime place to find these houses of hot stimulation but all seemed to be dotted on the fringes, happy to waver on the edge of the city centre but never quite enter its boundaries. I actually pass the place I’m looking for a couple of times because I don’t expect to find it on a street filled with flats and parking spaces, the glass fronted shop almost looking like an extension or conservatory but once inside the tiny unit is almost the perfect setup of what an ideal coffee shop should be.
A wood panelled countertop piled high with espresso machine, aero press and other assortment of brewing methods, a glass cabinet crammed with pastries also fights for space. The back wall is decked with bags of beans so that you might just pluck one up on your way to pay, whilst the glass on the other two makes it feel very open and airy despite its small scale. 
I struggle through some GCSE German to order a black coffee but when the server responds with a big grin and perfect English, I abandon this and ask if they have non-dairy milk before switching my order to an oat latte. A Brazilian/Kenyan blend that is so rich and yet manages to compliment the oat milk completely, I would have almost thought it was tailored exactly for my needs and whilst sipping on this I decide also to try the vegan ciabatta advertised on the backboard since the cafe clearly knows it’s stuff when it comes to plant based diets. So impressed by the coffee am I, that I pick up a bag before heading for the the door, undoubtedly delighted by this unexpected find.