Hip hip hoorah for all the hip hip coffee shops that are opening in Paris. There will always be a place in my heart for the crotchety garçon serving me a rancid coffee to enjoy on a terrace occupied by heavy smokers, but it's so NICE to be able to get a lovely little piccolo once in a while.
Oberkampf café is just one of these. It's tiny, so don't plan on being able to 'work' without someone pretending not to be looking at whatever you're pretending to be doing. I was on my second lunch of the day, after 2pm, so had plenty of space to myself. My own table, at least.
I had coffee with baked spinach and eggs. Délicieux.