Unassuming cafés are a dime a dozen in Montreal. Walk a block there's one; walk one more, there's another. But Café Névé did something right to catch my sister's attention. She's a brisk, focussed walk-er. Only she knows how or why she spotted it.
Névé is cute, unpretentious and communal. The only cringe factor came from the hipsters behind the counter. A little too much-ster.
The coffee was good. And while I prefer a cappuccino in the afternoon it was a little too pricey for me. For me, the focus shouldn't be on the coffee anyway. Névé serves happiness on a sheet pan - cookies and other baked goods. A simple pan on the counter, next to the register.
I looked at the pan and the chocolate chip cookie whispered, 'eat me', which probably means I'm stressed out about something. I don't ever crave sugar or hear voices unless I have a lot going on.
So I get the cookie. Two hours later while waiting for dinner reservations, I took a bite of the cookie and I swear I nearly lost my mind. It was one of the BEST chocolate chip cookies I have ever had. EVER. My enthusiasm for this cookie is off-the-charts.
It was sweet (but not painfully). It had the nicest burnt caramel like crust on the edges and a soft, chewy (but totally cooked) centre.
The cookie is that f*cking amazing.