Concrete, Steel and the Making of Our Third Place
We didn't want it to feel like somewhere you'd seen before.
No perfect white walls. No overly polished café aesthetic. No designing a room just because it would look good in a photo. We wanted something with a little more character. So we went raw.
Concrete. Steel. People.
Concrete walls. Stainless steel. Exposed textures. Long Ramen shaped tables. Booths. Art that doesn't take itself too seriously. Then we added the most important part: people. Because the room was never supposed to look finished when it was empty. It was designed to come alive when Abuja walked in.
We weren't designing a backdrop. We were designing somewhere to belong.
Designed to be lived in.
Come for boba. Stay for ramen. Start a game. Open your laptop. Meet someone. Do absolutely nothing for an hour. The best part of the design isn't something we chose. It's what people choose to do inside it.
Our third place.
Not home. Not work. Not somewhere you need a reason to be. Just somewhere you want to be. Stay a little longer.
