We read about Café de L'Ambre in The New York Times, and immediately put it on our travel plan as it just seemed too amazing to miss out on. The shop opened in 1948 and specializes in aged coffee, which the 95 year-old owner still roasts himself in the store. Just as expected, the place was impeccable: Dark interior with old wooden furnishings and a couple of regulars hanging out at the bar, drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. But the aged coffee? I don't know quite what to say. Johan tried a roast from the 80s and claimed it to be bitter. I, in turn, tried a house blend which I'd describe as extremely sour. Of course we didn't want to lose face to the coffee-savvy and cool baristas, so rather than flee out of there in search of some franchise Americano, we sat at our table for a good half hour and manifestly enjoyed our café créme.