Similar to most of the coolest dens on this block, you won’t spot this place driving past. Its tucked away off the street behind plain glass doors without signage or any indication there are even lights on inside.
And while the street outside is slow to start in the morning, step through Ronin’s doors and you’ll find a hive of caffeinated activity. The lulled jazz, the low-hung exposed bulb lighting and the clang of the coffee machine pumping out excellent coffee, this place is cool.
The menu is small but solid, offering the regulars like homemade granola, sourdough toasts, sweet french toasts and eggs. The lunch menu is good too – a small selection of sandwiches but the hipster kind, exploding with flavour and deliberate, well-executed sloppiness.
This is a good spot for a cosy breakfast with your book on a rainy day, or intimate chat with a friend.