Father Carpenter is tucked into a courtyard off Münzstraße.
The room is narrow inside and stretches behind the counter; outside, seating opens up in the Innenhof. The specialty-coffee programme is the anchor — beans rotate with the season and get pulled cleanly as cap, espresso or filter. Around it sits a breakfast and brunch menu with an Australian accent, one that takes its vegetarian and vegan options more seriously than Berlin's avocado default. Vegan granola with rhubarb and ginger compote is the safe call on the menu. Weekdays it leans laptop-quiet, weekends it fills out — locals and travellers.
