I stopped into fekete last week on my way somewhere else because it was just THERE and my veins were whining for a refill of energy that only a double espresso could quell. I've gone back every day since.
The espresso is good, yes. Some of the best I've had outside of Sweden, actually. But what makes fekete different is that the miniature shop sort of wedged into a city block of establishments, between a gelateria and a McDonald's, is cozy and efficient. The staff literally stands in the back corner and makes everything to order. There's no countertop to hide any sort of uncondoned behavior. It's a very basic, minimalist setup. No frills, no ancillary luxuries.
And yet, in this compact mini-kávéház that's hardly bigger than a closet, they've managed to fit a three-stool bar, and many types of coffees and accessories for sale on shelves on the walls.
Then, of course, there's the service. Hungarians are a friendly people by nature, but I've noticed that some of the sunny disposition seems to go out with the brewed coffee grounds in high-traffic, service positions. This is definitely not the case at fekete. I'm always greeted with warmly and with a smile, even when my Hungarian pronunciation is laughably horrible.
Come here for coffee, come here to buy a little bag of artisan beans, come here for the smiles and genuine light-hearted nature from the baristas.