Half boutique, half brunch spot, Funkis Köket (“köket” means cuisine in Swedish) has that signature pared-back, clean but warm Scandinavian aesthetic a million other cafés try to copy. A small ledge down the back holds an array of baked goods that get us out of bed in the morning, jet lag be damned: warm, gently spiced cardamom bullar, cream buns, and, instead of acai bowls and avocado toast, open-face rye sandwiches with smoked salmon and crème fraîche.

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