🇺🇸 Vegas | A Café Where You Can Choose Your Coffee Beans ☕️

Met up with a friend for a walk in the Arts District and finally made it to Vesta Coffee — a spot I’d been wanting to try forever. The vibe was relaxed and inviting 🍃, and I loved that you could pick your own beans for your brew. While it wasn’t hand-brewed (slightly disappointing), it’s still rare to find a cafe in Vegas that lets you choose your beans like this! I only realized after ordering that the default was cold brew — no big deal though. At least I got to pick the beans! And their croissants? Huge, beautiful, and seriously tasty 🥐✨ Since moving to Vegas, I’ve missed Stockholm’s coffee culture so much 💔 I miss the excitement of choosing different beans at Drop Coffee and sipping two small pots of pour-over back-to-back. I’ve tried beans and grounds from all sorts of U.S. brands — even some highly recommended ones from Portland — but nothing compares to the rich, aromatic coffee I’d randomly grab from a Swedish supermarket. Is it an American taste preference? Because the Americanos I’ve had in Vegas taste like… lightly tinted water 🤷‍♀️ Back to Vesta’s cold brew — it was basically iced coffee-flavored water 💧 Next time, I’ll try their batch brew with an extra shot of espresso. After one too many weak coffees at local park-side cafes, I’ve learned to order three shots of espresso over ice — and I make sure to lock eyes with the barista while repeating: “Very, very strong, please!” — only then do I finally feel like I’m drinking a real iced Americano 😅 Who knew coffee would become my biggest nostalgia trigger for Northern Europe? The bond between flavor and memory runs so much deeper than we realize. We humans are strange creatures — our senses are deeply tied to emotion and memory. That first taste of cake 🍰 That first sip of medicine when you were sick 💊 That first kiss… 👄 #VestaCoffee #VegasCafeLife #CoffeeNostalgia #ArtsDistrictVegas #BeanSelection