Mr. K.

The only coffeeshop that looks like it's run by a hippie stoner (which it is). It's jammed full of knick-knacks and antiques, all for sale: old kitchenware, funky lamps, little tables, a hookah, even a saw. Sit among the bric-a-brac and smoke the modest weed. Simply a must-see for its uniqueness, the building remains standing thanks to four large tree trunks leaning against the facade.