Cornercove

Cornercove looks like just another charming café-store hybrid. But step inside, and time gets blurry. Mornings stretch a little longer here, and conversations echo with the kind of warmth you thought only existed in novels. You’ll find handpicked items that seem oddly personal — like they’ve been waiting for you — and drinks brewed with the kind of care you didn’t know you were missing. Some say it’s the lighting. Others think the barista is a mind reader. Either way, no one leaves quite the same.