The instructions accompanying the KGB Museum tickets were very clear: be on time. In fact, be early. We chose our breakfast spot accordingly: a coffee shop in a mall connected to the Hotel Viru, which houses the museum.
In America, the prospect of eating breakfast at a coffee shop in a mall would fill me with dread. Iâd expect it to be utterly forgettable, if not terrible. This was not the case in Estonia. I think of this marzipan pastry often.










