Devoción — Restaurant in New York

“Goosebumps, Great Coffee, and One Unforgettable First Visit”

I just had my very first visit to Devoción, and thanks to Joshua, it became so much more than a stop for coffee — it was an experience I’ll remember for a long time.

From the moment I walked in, Joshua made me feel welcome. He smiled, engaged, explained, and created such a comfortable, interactive atmosphere. He recommended Las Rosas as the pour-over for the day — one of his personal favorites — and I’m so glad he did. The brew had a beautiful apple brightness, soft floral sweetness, clean acidity, and a light mouthfeel. It was elegant, refreshing, and expertly prepared.

What made it even more meaningful was that I had actually ordered a bag of Las Rosas before and brewed it at home. Walking into Devoción, I was honestly curious how my method would hold up against an All-Star barista behind the bar. And to my surprise — while Joshua’s version had that elevated polish, mine didn’t do too bad! It was amazing to taste both and notice the subtle differences — his pour over really brought out the refined clarity and acidity, while mine leaned slightly warmer in body. It was a learning moment and a confidence boost.

To top it all off, we shared our experiences with La Mandarina from the Women in Coffee series. Joshua let me try a sample of it as a drip, and I could instantly taste the difference compared to my French press version at home. It was a fantastic, side-by-side comparison, and such a kind gesture on his part.

The shop itself is stunning — full of light, character, and soul. There’s a freshness and beauty to the space that mirrors the coffee. I honestly got goosebumps being there. I only wish I lived closer.

Big thanks to Joshua for turning what could’ve been just another coffee stop into something really personal and unforgettable. He...

Devoción’s commitment to coffee is what first drew me in. The clarity with bean freshness, printing both roast and green dates, is a rarity, in a city crowded with “third wave” spots serving year old la colombe or supermarket grade lavazza. It’s a quiet nod to those who know that beans need time to degas and develop—some in days, others over weeks—to reveal their best flavors.

At home, my beans rotate between Devoción, Sey Coffee in Brooklyn (for ultra-light, Nordic-style roasts), Oren’s near Columbia (an old-school roaster), and the Red Brick bag from the UK via Black Fox. Devoción isn’t my favorite, it’s not single origin as well, but it’s always reliable. Toro is my go-to for espresso and cold brew; Honey is floral, sweet, perfect for pour-overs; and Sombra is a dark, familiar comfort.

Their Midtown location hits a rare balance: golden hues, wood tones, high ceilings, and greenery. The space attracts both Wall Street suits and coffee geeks, and manages to feel natural for both. It’s one of the few places in Midtown I actually want to stay in for hours.

Pastries are quietly excellent. The guava croissant is vibrant and unexpected; the chocolate croissants—especially the pan de chocolate—are rich, layered, and frankly better than what you’ll find at more hyped names like La Cabra or Radio Bakery. The staff are consistently warm, and the entire experience just flows.

I genuinely hope it continues to be recognized for what they are: places where people care deeply about what they serve—not just spaces trying to monetize caffeine and vibes. You can feel the difference in...

I love their coffee... My issue is with the people that work there. I was on line and saw that the barista gave a customer cinnamon on top of their coffee. I liked that. When it was my turn I asked for the barista to also put cinnamon on my coffee. The barista told me there was no cinnamon. I told the barista to please look under the counter where he put it from the last customer. He then tells me that it was only for that customer because he was special. I said "Oh really, I guess I'm not a special customer." . He then tells me that that customer had a coffe that included cinnamon. I said okay. I'll order that coffee. I went over and asked for the coffee that has cinnamon. I was then told there are no coffees that have cinnamon. I don't want to say "reverse racism", but the client and the barista happen to both be black and I'm not. There was no other reason I shouldn't have been treated the same way. I was being courteous and non-argumentative the entire time. I wasn't being at Karen. I wasn't being a jerk. I just wanted to have cinnamon on my coffee. I felt very upset about this. For this matter I will not go back...