Food options aside, and the prevalence of overly hip hipsters, the place is lovely to work. The music is well chosen, and soft enough to not block all thoughts from my mind. The voices are quiet, other than a guy asking all his companions if they were Christian. I think that because it a used-book store, it has that library air that keeps the hip hushed. And such comfy chairs and warm light. I had no troubles with the Internet, but Kristiaan did. Try to spot him swearing at his computer below.
To complete the hipster ambiance it has an old typewriter:
I typed my Dutch lesson over and over on it: