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Café Regular du Nord

158 Berkeley Pl., Brooklyn, NY 11217 40.675171 -73.975382
nr. Seventh Ave.  See Map | Subway Directions Hopstop Popup
718-783-0673 Send to Phone

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Daily, 7am-7pm

Nearby Subway Stops

B, Q at Seventh Ave.; 2, 3 at Grand Army Plaza

Payment Methods

American Express, Discover, MasterCard, Visa

Special Features

  • Breakfast
  • Take-Out


  • No Alcohol


Not Accepted


When 38-year-old Richard O’Connell was laid off (or, rather, “made redundant”) in March 2009 from his London-based banking job, opening a Brooklyn café was not part of his Plan B. But after spending a month with his younger brother Martin, who operates Park Slope’s original Café Regular, and his older sister Anne, also of Park Slope, that’s exactly what he did: Café Regular Du Nord, which opened today, is about a mile north of its predecessor. The result won’t disappoint fans of the first Regular (pronounced European-style with a long “a”). The second spot, behind the softened peacock-blue storefront and stained-glass windows that formerly housed a florist, shares the same dark and strong coffee roast from Philadelphia's La Colombe as Martin’s café, carries identical pastries and raisin rolls from a trio of local bakeries — Sullivan St., Colson Patisserie, and Market — and also offers 50 cent hard-boiled eggs. Thanks to Anne’s design talent, Du Nord possesses a similar interior aesthetic, at once classy and quirky. Or as Richard, a native of Dublin, said: “It’s like a rural French café but with some slightly tacky features.” He points to mismatched shades atop sixties table lamps, which Anne found at the neighborhood antique shop Time Galleries, to illuminate his point. The centerpiece of the 400-square-foot space is the Versailles-worthy chandelier dangling from a 30-foot-high tin ceiling that’s been painted to appear distressed. One winking flourish clearly delights Richard — the old-fashioned, wooden bank teller’s window where customers settle up. “This is going to be quite a different experience from sitting on my ass in the bank,” he says. “I’m really looking forward to it.”