One New York’s more humble flatiron buildings houses Cafe Moto.
The peeling paint exterior of this Williamsburg artists’ cafe can be misleading about what goes on inside; but as you enter through the rusty industrial doors the atmospheric interior seems both familiar and unsettling. Sepia tones are punctuated by shiny metal fittings and marble table tops.
In the centre of the cafe sits a curving bar with taps made of repurposed bike parts – hence the name Moto.
Low lighting, battered wood and antique glass ensure that the cafe has a cosy, intimate feel which is occasionaly interrupted by the faint “please stand clear of the closing doors” and rumbling of the overhead train that runs by it.
