Koko Black is screamingly, unashamedly, pretentious.
With it’s dark timberwork and leather you could think it had been there on Bunda Street for decades. If you didn’t know it was only opened a few months ago.
And the snootyness of the staff in their head to toe black! Snootyness like that doesn’t just come, it has to be worked on.
But what they’re selling is experience at a premium. And they deliver it in spades.
I know people from Melbourne who treat the Canberra Koko Black as a tourist attraction because they don’t have to queue up for a table like they do back home. It’s a mark of how Civic (or should I say “City”?) is moving up in the world that this cafe isn’t in Manuka.
In the pic you can see their chilli hot chocolate. The party-coloured drink packs a serious wallop. Between the heavy whack of the chilli and the sweetness of the chocolate it sets the nerves to jangling better than a double espresso.
Is it a chocolate shop? Is it a cafe? Is it *just* an experience?
I don’t know if I’ll be going too often, but I am rather glad I know it is there.