Hotel Cafe Central was a block away from the flat I was staying at in Copenhagen. At first I was seduced by the gorgeous branding and impeccable decor, and then I found out that they also had an excellent latte and a croissant that was to-die-for. All the while I thought the ‘hotel’ sign was just a fun name–I didn’t actually think it was a hotel because it’s so tiny. I mean, the cafe seats three inside. After about the fourth time I went there and the barista warmed up to me a bit, I found out that it actually is a hotel! In fact, with just one room, it’s the smallest hotel in the world.
I am often day dreaming about buying a house, opening a shop, a cafe, a restaurant. When I’m driving down the street and I see a ‘for rent’ sign on a building, I almost ALWAYS stop to peek in the windows and begin to imagine the space as a boutique, studio space, or some kind of concept store. Having grown up in The States, I think I almost naturally have this ”bigger is better” attitude, and sometimes I dismiss places as being too small.
The Hotel Cafe Central reminds me of how good small is. It’s important for me to think about this remember it. A house doesn’t have to be be big to be awesome, a shop can be a tiny little hole-in-the-wall, and a hotel can just have one room–and that’s enough–maybe even better than big–after all, if the hotel had ten rooms, would I be blogging about it?