Di Beppe Caffè — Restaurant in Vancouver

Upon my recent visit to this establishment in Vancouver, I must regrettably report it as the most disappointing cafe experience, despite my initial anticipation. While the ambiance exudes an Italian cafe charm, the table spacing is egregiously narrow, resulting in an uncomfortably noisy environment. Although the desserts prove delectable, the coffee leaves much to be desired, bearing a pronounced bitterness.

However, the paramount disappointment lies in the realm of service. Despite instituting a mandatory 18% gratuity, the staff demonstrated a conspicuous lack of affability or attentiveness. Notably, upon presenting me with my coffee, it overflowed without the slightest attempt at rectification. Such a lapse in service standards is unprecedented in my experience. Is this what one can expect from an establishment that mandates an 18% gratuity?

Given the magnitude of my letdown, I harbor no intention of revisiting and would hesitate to recommend...

I've been a regular here for almost 6 months now. I've been around the block and this is honestly my favorite café. The coffee and food are excellent, but I can get food or coffee anywhere in Vancouver. The people here stand out to me. Friendly, welcoming, and always up for a chat. The team here really deserve quite a bit of credit. I'm Irish, I love banter, and I adore real people who are down to earth. I've a lot of love for this place, and the people who work here. I've been away from home for quite some time, so it's very nice to have somewhere other than my own workplace that I can visit where people know me by my first name. I don't live close by, but this café feels like my 'local'. It's a like a small slice of Europe :)

On another note, a lovely gentleman named Jaden always provides outstanding service, even refilling my glass of water on occasion! 9/10 Service because he forgot my order one...

🇩🇪 Vell, how do I even begin? Di Beppe Coffee, yah? Ach, wunderbar! I come to Kanada for moose, but I stay for Di Beppe! Is best coffee I haf since Mutti’s kitchen in Bavaria. I order one espresso, but it hit me like schnitzel in Oktoberfest! ZOOM! My heart, it do the polka.

The pasta? Mein Gott, the noodles, they dance in my mouth like tiny lederhosen boys. So good, I almost called meine Oma to apologize for her Kartoffelsalat. I ask for garlic bread, and what do they bring? A garlic fortress! My breath? Dangerous. But so worth it!

Service? Ah, the waiters smile like they know all my secrets, but in a good way, yah? I feel like I’m in Italian Mafia movie, but I live. This is good. I will tell everyone in Düsseldorf: forget Italy, come to Di Beppe!

Five stars? Nein! I give six if...