Now that’s what I call Bønne! Once upon a time, a fjormidable kafeteria drifted into a quiet corner of Paris’ 18th arrondissement, bringing cinnamon buns and Norwegian beans in its wake. Behind the counter of this former butcher’s shop – its old hooks and rails still hanging as a memento of its carnivorous past – stand a Scandinavian duo: Malin Gimle Labråten and Serdar Ozturk. She’s a cook known as La Kompott; he’s self-taught on the Marzocco. Together, they’ve created a snug, loved-up little bubble, always ready to share the joy. And what joyous things await: welcoming brews from Oslo – Supreme Roastworks for gentle extractions (filter or V60), Fuglen for espresso (latte, flat white or cappuccino, as de rigeur), alongside dishes as delicate as lace. Go straight for the irresistible cinnamon or cardamom rolls (the real deal), rye bread coiffed with a swirl of smoked salmon, cream cheese and pickles, or a plate of those thin Scandi waffles popular on the peninsula, served with raspberry jam, crème fraîche and brunost – the famous caramel-sweet goat cheese. And they lived happily ever after. · Albert Cramé

THE HIDDEN GEM: The already cult-status kanelbulle, radiant as Goldilocks, indecently moist (€5).