Fika — Restaurant in Corpus Christi

Fantastic little hole in the wall style Cafe and bakery that makes you feel at home and want to hang out awhile. Fresh baked pastries and perfectly crafted coffee is what they do. I haven't had a chance to try their matcha options but that will be the next time I stop in. Parking is a little crowded in the morning. Service is impeccable but isn't fast (which is a good thing). Prices are just right for the quality of goods they create ($5 - $9 for most pastries). Seating is limited but comfortable. The swedish roll is delicious (kind of like a cinnamon roll pretzel). The kouign aman with berries was absolutely outstanding. The savory twist was delicious as well. The ricotta and spinach pastry knocked it out of the park. The square pastries were a little dry for my taste but still layered...

If you haven’t been to Fika, you’re missing out on one of the sweetest gems in town—literally and figuratively. From the moment you walk in, you’re welcomed not just by the aroma of fresh-baked pastries, but by the incredible heart of the shop: the owner. Her passion for the craft is undeniable—every croissant, tart, and treat is a work of art, made with care, creativity, and so much love.

It’s more than just a pastry shop; it’s a place that feels like home. You can taste the difference in every bite—flaky, buttery, balanced, and always beautiful. Whether you’re grabbing a quick espresso and scone or lingering over a seasonal pastry and conversation, Fika is the kind of place that stays with you. Highly recommend supporting this local treasure—you’ll leave with a full heart and...

I ventured into Fika with the expectation that autumn in a cup would greet me in the form of a pumpkin cold brew. Instead, what I received was a baptism of bitterness so profound that my very soul recoiled. The drink was so acidic it could have stripped the enamel off the Ten Commandments themselves. The foam, meant to be a gentle crown of sweetness, descended upon my cup like a tyrant — harsh, unrelenting, and unholy. Each sip was an acidic trial, a punishment my tastebuds surely did not deserve. If this was coffee, then I fear I have strayed too far from the light. The pastries remain a saving grace — soft, wholesome, and pure. But as for the drink? I will not be awaiting...